A Friar Who Asks Alms

Light-enchanted Sunflower, Thou Who Gazest Ever True And Tender On The Sun's Revolving Splendour.

All Just Laws Condemn Cruelty.

Restless Sunflower; Cease To Move.

In This Treacherous World Nothing Is The Truth Nor A Lie. Everything Depends On The Color Of The Crystal Through Which One Sees It

When Love Is Not Madness, It Is Not Love.