"Nobody will ever know how much I love Diego. I don't want anything to hurt him, nothing to bother him and rob him of the energy he needs for living, for living as he likes, for painting, seeing, loving, eating, sleeping, being by himself, being with someone . . . But I'd never want him to be sad. If I had good health I would give him all of it, if I had youth, he could take it all, I am not only a mother fool, I'm the embryo, the germ, the first cell potentially that engendered him. I am Diego from the oldest and most primitive cells, which will in time become him. At every moment he is my child, my child born every little while, every day from my own self."