Megaphone In Which The Wind Passes Singing.

White Bee, Even When You Are Gone You Buzz In My Soul You Live Again In Time, Slender And Silent.

All Paths Lead To The Same Goal: To Convey To Others What We Are.

Hate Is Like A Swordfish, Working Through Water Invisibly And Then You See It Coming With Blood Along Its Blade, But Transparency Disarms It.

My Duty Moves Along With My Song: I Am I Am Not: That Is My Destiny. I Exist Not If I Do Not Attend To The Pain Of Those Who Suffer: They Are My Pains. For I Cannot Be Without Existing For All, For All Who Are Silent And Oppressed, I Come From The People And I Sing For Them: My Poetry Is Song And Punnishment.

Laughter Is The Language Of The Soul.