I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads

Everyone understands the pain that accompanies death,but genuine pain doesn't live in the spirit,nor in the air, nor in our lives,nor on these terraces of billowing smoke.The genuine pain that keeps everything awakeis a tiny, infinite burnon the innocent eyes of other systems.

Yo me salgo desnudo a la calle,maduro de versos perdidos.I step naked into the streetripe with lost poems.

Life is laughter amid a rosary of death.

The one thing life has taught me is that most people spend their lives bottled up inside their houses doing the things they hate.