Black, black as pitch are those clouds blacker than the night that falls asleep and passes its baton to the day. Impressive that gray glow among the black clouds, you ask yourself which is the sky and which the clouds, which the day and which the night, which the promise and which the condemnation. You wonder where you are and if there is hope. Nere, … Continua a leggere Night and Day in the Clouds

There’s a storm out there bending the trees as the wind screams all its grudge. There is a storm even in those lonely hearts tired of the injustices that seem to have no end and of the wickedness that reaches ever lower levels with no possibility of redemption for those fragile souls trampled and forgotten.You find yourself, then, talking, searching, dreaming, imagining the possibility of … Continua a leggere Storm