In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.
Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?
When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.
Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.
Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.
Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.