one who studies zen
hurts his soul and aches his brain...
Juanito died last night.
Shot dead out of spite...
My Marvelous Lord
He meets me wherever I trod, besides my bed or in...
The hero said to himself:
if I lie, if I stay silent, if I become one of...
Do these paintings on the walls make your prison...
Do these echoes of your voice calm your...
Can you hear the gentle murmur
Of the brook as it glides by...