Enuma elis

Toda experiencia religiosa auténtica implica un desesperado esfuerzo por calar en el fundamento de las cosas, la realidad última.

I won´t sit in that table

You promised that you never leave me, when I need you you are running away...
Suddenly I started to feel broken, yeah! you´ve leave me alone.

I hesitate if I was a bad election to your life, to your heart shape box... I wish I could...I wish you were here.

Time to change, time to meditation.

The more I grow the less I know, the more I learn the more I cry.
I feel the hope run and laugh... I lost that see and all that we have is all that we see.

Why I´ve got not time tonight?