Who we want to be

Is who we are not,

As time is passing by

We divide…

Pure is evil

And devil is clean

All beauty remains

But nobody is here…


The autumn is the perfect time for melancholia

The time to remember all that we used to be

The time for us to grow stronger and then to see

The beautiful love that we used to feel…


I must thank you for what you are for me:

The women that made me kneel…