(after Lorca)
Yes, dear friend...

I know—
everything I see...

When you are full of feathers,
full of flight...

An officer fell—
today he won’t...

On these streets,
no event...

Why does charlatanism always win
before the game even begins...

A grain in the shell,
anomalous, yet it births...

You don’t realize
how much illusion lives...

A samurai strikes
from the pivot point...

A true samurai master
teaches war...

Nothing
will ever melt...

Your lips,
my only shelter...