Solo Journey

Let’s start together toward the realms of madness, where reason is a blasphemy against an undefined unreality.

Take my hand, whichever one you want, it doesn’t matter, since we are traveling to the valley of unfulfilled promises, to sleep among the tears not shed that feed the rivers full of broken hopes, which, despite everything, try to swim against the current to not die in the seas of oblivion.

Come, my beloved, let’s fly among the clouds of impossible dreams, wrapped in a mantle of despair, until we reach where the horizon rides toward infinity on the back of a shooting star that was unable to fulfill its desire.

And thus we will travel forever, you and I, my beautiful and bitter solitude.