For Those who are All Gone!
We have been robbed, hit by a storm of disasters and we have no way, but to face the ruins!
In each moment we become orphans and repeat our existence in these broken mirrors, for all those who are gone!
Each of these broken pieces, ruined and all of these grays, enclosed in these frames, are a token of every life taken. And all of these reds, painful strokes, a promise of life; and yet, there is no signs of it in sight! Something is coming, a voce maybe! Our voice! For now and ever!