I am not after winning—
I seek the flame of truth...
You are either imprisoned
by what holds you captive...
The bird,
an agitation...
Samurai moves smooth,
his body, tuned to the pulse...
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...
I am living la vida loca
Every single day here on earth...