Saṃsāra

The darkest shade of black, a morbid feeling of desperation, yet it somehow turns brown only to end on a hopeful golden angel's light...
And it keeps going down, down, down.

Downwards, spiral of madness

Downwards, primal scream

Downwards, all again, all again

Don't you ever dare running from the nature of your soul's perception, the endless round doors that burns your mind, the untouchable doorknobs craving for flesh, for lust, for something lost, something long forgotten.

And the small and timid gnome gently rubs the door. A beautiful

rainbow of light comes from beneath it, turns into a warm and peaceful

wind, blows your hair, blows it all again...

God... it blows your hair.

- Can I come in?

- Can I touch your heart?

Maybe...

No...

Someday?

Sometime?

Some... how?

Tic... Toc...

As doze badaladas pregam o fim e o recomeço. O ciclo do céu e do inferno, da dor e da alegria, mais uma vez tem início.

- So what should I do?

- Just... smile.