“To a BoyBoy,you are a hidden watering place under the treeswhere, as the day darkens, gentle beasts with calm eyesappear one after another.Even if the sun drops flaming at the end of the fields where grass stirs greenlyand a wind pregnant with coolness and night-dew agitates your leafy bush,it is only a premonition.The tree of solitude that soars with ferocity,crowned with a swirling night,still continues in your dark place.─Translated from the Japanese by Hiroaki Sato”

“Sleeping WrestlerYou are a murdererNo you are not, but really a wrestlerEither way it's just the sameFor from the ring of your entangled bodyClean as leather, lustful as a lilyWill nail me downOn your stout neck like a column, like a pillar of tendonsThe thoughtful forehead(In fact, it's thinking nothing)When the forehead slowly moves and closes the heavy eyelidsInside, a dark forest awakensA forest of red parrotsSeven almonds and grape leavesAt the end of the forest a vineCovers the house where two boysLie in each others arms: I'm one of them, you the otherIn the house, melancholy and terrible anxietyOutside the keyhole, a sunsetDyed with the blood of the beautiful bullfighter EscamilloScorched by the sunset, headlong, headfirstFalling, falling, a gymnastIf you're going to open your eyes, nows the time, wrestler”

“In the name ofMan, member,and the holy fluid,AMEN”

“i am the wind. one day, i will fly free”

“Every tree and plant in the medouw seemed to be dancing, those with average eyes would see as fixed and still.”

“In a cool solitude of treesWhere leaves and birds a music spin,Mind that was weary is at ease,New rhythms in the soul begin.- In a Cool Solitude of Trees”

“Places remained and time flowed through them like wind through the grass. Right now. This was the future turning into the past. One thing becoming another. Like a flame on the end of a match. Wood turning into smoke. If only we could burn brighter. A barn roaring in the night.”