Autophony

The fox has his wiles; the pig his pig-headedness. Both know to survive.

The problem with peace - is the fear of war.

Unconcerned sits the ox as the dogs bark around. Being small's no fun. - me

Mist lifts gently to reveal hhidden shallowness. truth loves wearing masks. or The mist lifts gently and the mountain comes closer. Truth loves wearing veils.

Picturesque azure flowing through hills dressed in green. We see what we like.

The river mist's like a trick with smoke and mirrors. Truth plays many hands.

Les mots comme les armes, Ne dites pas a moi, Les mots plein des charmes, J'apporte pour toi. Les beaux mots qui chantent Et ceux qui enchantent Cerne-moi par eux, Qui longtemps me hantent! Pour remplir ton coeur Avec voeux de foi Les mots commes les fleurs Je dessine pour toi Les mots qui caressent m'en amour qui tressent Noue-moi dans eux, Je meurs quand il cessent.