CONDEMN THE VIOLENCE AGAINST HER
She is the blossom of our cheerful moments and without her smile, there is nothing worthy. She is neither a stone nor a wood, but she is a beautiful rose and a reviving breeze. The word that hurts her heart is so dark, the eyes that distorts her colors is blind and the hand that bruises her skin is criminal. It is profoundly aching that a lonely girl crying behind a wind or a tearing woman sits alone in a closed room. It is so painful her aggrieved voice that doesn’t find any listener, her hair that has been deformed by an aggressor hand and her bewildered heart between seas of distorted minds.
CONDEMN THE VIOLENCE AGAINST HIM
We are together above this earth. Neither you nor he has lived beneath it. Yes, his color may be different, his tongue may be different and his story may be different but these differences are coloration, rainbow parts and precious gemstones. The hand which destructs his garden hides the taste of chocolate in your mouth; the missile which penetrates his heart kills your sleep, and the rock which obstructs his river makes your cocktail colorless. Believe my for a moment, you and him are one existence, one reality and one person.
CONDEMN THE VIOLENCE AGAINST IT
My grandfather; the southern farmer had told me that the moon has a soul, our old rock has a soul and the remote timeworn wood has a soul. I have believed him and saw these souls and other souls clearly. Now, I can speak with our sleep dawn, with the pride river and with our shy bean. Please walk smoothly on earth; you may step on her ribs. Please knock the door with love; you may strike her pinky cheek. Please touch the glass smoothly; you may touch her beautiful eyelids. Everything has a soul, even the soul, everything has will, even the will and everything tries to transfigure even the transfiguration.
