Much comes to us, but Your Kingdom be done with little. It's my car, my house, my son. But… where is what is ours? Where is the communion that makes us feel sacred? What kind of world is this, where we become sinners with the simple change of the wind? Disrespecting the…
A solitary number echoes in the darkness of my thoughts, carrying the weight of destiny. Between memories of agony and regret, only emptiness remains, a reflection of who I was, lost within myself.
Reflections on time, change, and who we are. Sometimes the past seems so distant, but the memories and lessons we left behind continue to guide us. Between dreams, longing, and uncertainties, we move forward, seeking a future where we can find each other again…
Far away I feel free, complete, maybe a little happy. Far away I have vision, I am more capable and healed. Far away, all the disappearance and the wound are gone. Far, far away, I feel the urge to start over. Far away everything becomes much clearer, even when this…