I want the world to be fair,
and yet...

(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...

This world is an insult
to the human soul...

Enlightenment,
a state of consciousness...

Before he could finish
his figure eight...

In the desert of Christian land,
where Christ would never touch the sand...