When we are pointing
at the moon, everyone owns...

How could we reach
a shared reality...

The nature of time:
One day we all are going...

One needs to reflect
into the others to get...

The seas still remember me
in their foaming mouths...

I wonder if the Israeli army
bomb children in the sabbath day too...

Just in your eyes
is the safe haven...

A samurai's strike, like in an oval,
jolts from one pivotal point to the other...

Samurai moves smooth,
his body, tuned to the pulse...

Two round mirrors with two focal glow
make an oval...

No one stands
for truth anymore...

When you are rock-solid you think you are forever,
before time breaks you down to the pieces...