On the outside...on the inside...
All the roads that end, the bridges that were built.
The world - a whole, caressed by the rays of an only sun,
Blood rays that melt and come again
And they come again...
Traces of sand polishing the roads,
Cleaning the inside
Breaking out to the outside...
All the cars blowing dirty winds,
Crazy vans carying muddy feet.
An enourmous fight with themselves...
little rivers implanted by the rain come down,
washing the way,
collecting forces and dissipating energy.
Touches...Whispers...
"someone"s, "somebody"s...
on the inside...to the outside.
wooden carriages and wooden houses
that could circle the lands and turn them back to life.
A forest of colours opening doors to "someone"s and "somebody"s;
silent tracks of green,

multiplying...

Life

- on the outside, from the inside.