We all exist in our own personal reality of craziness.
Birds born in cages think that flying is a disease.
In Mexico, when we want to speak deep secrets, we drink pulgue together. It is a drink made from the cactus plant, and when you take the bottle from your mouth, it leaves a string behind, between the mouth and the bottle, like a spider's web. It shows that the truth sticks inside.
I am a poet; I am not a worker. I need to be free.
Five cats and a woman. That is all I need in life.