Almost rhetorical

Who are we? No one
Why we do what we do? Beacuse of them
Why our dreams can't be true? Beacuse of them
Who are their king and slave? Us
What can we do about it? Absolutely nothing

Welcome to the Wonderland

"I must contain the presences which patrol in these fourth rooms and stairs.

I will surround them with bars, walls and electrified fances and i'll pray so they never will be able to escape.

I'm the dragon´s bride, the vuida's son. Leather wings cover me, now i can see the insanity's virtue.
Since this country do not know any law or tie, i feel sorry to the poor shades, locked in that euclidean prison which is called sanity"

impression in imperfection

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Psychedelic questions

When i'm walking lonely trought the narrow street

Jumping on cockroachs

Ironically I ask to my self again, and again

Can i do it?

Can i really have it all?

May be the answer is at the end of the psychedelic way

May be not

May be im just pushing hope into my hopeless brain

Maybe the heroine was too hard

I feel my eyes tired

Ahhh..... I'm living the dream...