Now the days are gray, like the clouds in a rainy day.

There is the tears again.

They are falling, coming down with the rain.

(The Reversing Sounds Of The) Leafs' Waltz

Explosions of paper sounds, on wired tunes.

In colors we rot.

Depth.

A wall of dry noises, a festivus deathwish.

Rescued from happiness, obscured by sadness.

Madness.
 
It's not so far

 from 

here.

¡Carnivale!

Cheers to sanity, caught fighting for air.

oh, the horror that I am in.

Oxygen / Setting Sun

Every single note floating like the seeds of a white dandelion... each one is different, the diversity from daffodils. 

Behold the flowers (and the notes) there, just to show their beauty. 



Dandelions & Daffodils

Drink a cup of your own madness, repeatedly.

Disaster, where do you belong?

                                                                                                            The sound of everything is nothing.

Walef Pereira