When the sepulchral silence of eternity envelops the world

No one in the circle of the presenthas their own mirroron the dance floor of living lifeto stand on anymore. Whoever did not leave it,the spiral takes him downto the depths of his inside,he does not know how, where from and where to,only a ghost remainsin the darkness of eternal silhouettesbehind the lines of brokenContinue reading “When the sepulchral silence of eternity envelops the world”