My Only Two Weapons: Time And Silence.

The Urban Man Is An Uprooted Tree, He Can Put Out Leaves, Flowers And Grow Fruit But What A Nostalgia His Leaf, Flower, And Fruit Will Always Have For Mother Earth!

A Fantasy Can Be Equivalent To A Paradise And If The Fantasy Passes, Better Yet, Because Eternal Paradise Would Be Very Boring.

Back Of My Forehead I Feel Tonight A Whole Sky Full Of Stars. Under A Western Moon. Life Is Indeed Lovely!

The Greatest Assassin Of Life Is Haste, The Desire To Reach Things Before The Right Time Which Means Overreaching Them.

My Only Two Weapons: Time And Silence.