This heavy night obscures the soul in its blackness and takes it to the unknown dimension, so that it can fly like a tired butterfly because of its many flying in the far sky
Soaring with her grief and disappointments that filled the voids of her lifetime that great age with his misery is taking days and taking him back exhausted from many and the time that
He runs as if in a race, he makes that who lives in the corners of his life muddled between living, giving in and breathing
In an attempt to reach a sigh of comfort and legs that are running along her path, she seeks a way out of all this darkness.