What we see... what imagination come... may be the most inner part... as the facade shows a set of rules every human seems to be forced to comply with... set of rules full of tags.... full of limits... the lines in the sand can be thin or thick, but the symbol is strong enough to remain apart... as for last instance, the obscure gather in some point with light... infinite limits are passed over... those lines and their true essence being dragged by those tides that have more power than our own mind... open beliefs, open thoughts... that can show the grace of the days... leaving a little behind the formal protocol... emerges forms of communication... proper of several kingdoms... just listen...
What we see... what imagination come... may be the most inner part... as the facade shows a set of rules every human seems to be forced to comply with... set of rules full of tags.... full of limits... the lines in the sand can be thin or thick, but the symbol is strong enough to remain apart... as for last instance, the obscure gather in some point with light... infinite limits are passed over... those lines and their true essence being dragged by those tides that have more power than our own mind... open beliefs, open thoughts... that can show the grace of the days... leaving a little behind the formal protocol... emerges forms of communication... proper of several kingdoms... just listen...