Inner sanctuary, mind building edifications, idolatry, to the invisibles, my grandfather told to me about them, but I can't see it, climbing to the highest hill, sending prayers to the infinite for the well-being of the life, running against the wind and the time, deceiving the distances, confusing the lies with the truth, depression of the soul, crying without tears, the sounds of my steps torturing me, and the other ones, waiting the miracles upon the flesh I should call it to find the language between the micro-organisms and my mind. While the most people want to die to be into the unknown freedom.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.