Absences are nothing more than past present of what they have left us, good and bad they are, things that one lives!
The direction and trajectory I do not know but without too much hunger I walk towards the unknown.
There is a photo of youth with your face covered, the beauty of the instantaneous.
Today you are a T-shirt, an undeniable part of my life that, even while taxiing, will never cease to house a trace of sandalwood to evoke our teachers, those who always accompany, those who will always be.
The miseries of the damned are greater than those of those who have nothing to give.
The black birds go there, gobbling everything up and delighting in, at least, the remains.
Perhaps we are in time for the pains to be felt and not to avoid them.
There in the next star the future past awaits us and we incarnate ourselves as winged beings, which are not the most friendly.
From the bread before the ferment and from the bread, before, only water!
Life unfolds in death like a divine comedy that turns out not to be such.