Around that eyes, a golden face, like a Buddha statue after the moment when a crack appeared on that alabaster surface, was waiting for the waterfall of unknown memories.
And then, silky colours, fire, ocean and emerald leaves, mocking or comforting that suffering eyes, trembled at the air full of burning scars.
Was there a heavenly seat in a silent garden able to embrace a soul? Where do we have to look for?
Is all lost?
Is all in vain?
Don't drown into the waves.
Don't breathe into outer space.
Don't blend with the earth.
Instead run away to taste the warm air, the shining smiles, the joyful tears.
Feel the courage to believe, be the one who succeeds.
Gather your sufferings to build your world, your happiness.
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