Showing posts from October, 2016


"Shhht... It may be worse." He who does not respond to pain,  he who is not afraid to oppose to pain, he is not even sick. He is dead.


Under this sky made from iron you will become only shadow not being able to fly. 
You will have no voice, no dreams, your soul will be a mystery. There will be only screams,  you will not find your own liberty.
We will speak in silence.  Even if it is cold and we have no clue, I will always find a little strength to make a warm summer between my fingers for you.