
SAMOTRHAKI
Step by step we were lossing energy locked up in a rotation without exit. There where could be our only escape. Innocent voices surrounded wanting to us to play. They struck the cage and they shouted our names. And they are convertian incessant weeping of desperation. One by one the uncertainty of our next stop scared us…
… but sometimes you must savor the worm to know how to differentiate it from the fruit. Then winch the vane to our favor and, look like he hoped to us. Its green and fresh hands, full of life. Immediately he understood our scared gesture. he open us everything what he had, everything what he could.
The desperation and the hope never you thought that could go so united… in few seconds the ideas changes to the rate that the cars pass… and you wait, and wait Only wait।
When music finds you… the silence kill the electricity and the toads intensify the fire। A white light suspended by a fragile thread invites to you to close the eyes in spite of having the paradise before you.