At a time when the human soul breathes and walks, there is so much endless and unreasonable turmoil for him, or so immersed in painful rest and deep sleep, they have kidnapped the pleasure of life from man.

This man, the birth of world anxiety,the heir of loneliness of ourselves, and this man, who has no background, Except that Facing.

He is sometimes at his most dangerous point.A point in which he does not feel at risk, and at that moment he is a contemporary man.

He looks, rotate at the Contemporary Word, around nothing, As long as it only seeks to mean it, and thus the words themselves are Meaningless.

Not very complicated, Anonymous is around him, and he looks at him, It is simple to simply calm the turbulence of man in himself, and simply her loneliness. Depth of loneliness in oneself.

Only so much that my loneliness is like my hidden disruption,Behind the pupils of my eye,a corner of the immense flaw that I recently found.

A corner of strange situations, Do not die without death, I live without life and it’s really hard the most difficult miracles, A perspective for believing

Watch with your eyes, Touch with your hands, and measure your perceptions

But let’s go to your heart, Feel whatsoever,Or calm down, Or you will try, Or you will stay in the stillness.