An artist creates
only in the presence of light...
The Bomb Has No Eyes
The predators do not see innocence...
The mason asked to the stone:
No matter how much I throw you...
Well, perhaps I am a well?
a thing that needs to be filled so well...
What is the use,
being the hero...
War begins
the moment...
Why do we trust
the tyranny of sizes...
How are we meant to see a future?
With the past standing in the way...
Why when there is some other guy
Do I just not exist...
I am living la vida loca
Every single day here on earth...
I want so badly to live
Here on earth today...
I know that I will love
Living my life every day...