memories will never go out.

The mistakes are countless, the pain never ends, the colors fade, but they betray the unsuspecting ideas that have always been fed with repulsion, demystification, and passive condemnation.
Years pass, no thoughts.
The lights are low, but the sun will always rise.
The joys are over but everything will be written new.
Love loves but the memories will never go out.
The souls never grew, they are only temporarily hiding in astral burrows of inappropriate theories.
Behind the people's precious looks is sadness.
Perhaps once the raven becomes eagle.
Perhaps he becomes a lion, devouring all the subordinates of modern hell.

sacred inertia of unfulfilled dreams.

Behind the people's pretentious looks lies sorrow.
It has the face of a crow that wanted to be an eagle and a lion.
Souls do not get older, they only grow, weaken, or are lost in their white cells.
Songs are souls, souls are songs of peace and ecstasy.
Life is a road that leads to the loss or sacred inertia of unfulfilled dreams.

without masks

The purpose is ...
When looking at the mirror,
to see what you really are ...
... without masks
to steal the show ...

demons

In my heart,
all demons
long scatter ...
Like a fire ... like you keep me,
soul and body
the regenerates ...