Scusami

Never forget to ask for forgiveness... Haunted by remorse, in the relentless pursuit of fate, anger grows.

Unexpected wounds mark the silence. Violence and steam. No one wants to talk. Ignorance.

The inhumanity of life makes us arid, unable to know humility, to recognize faults, and causes us to wither.

Pain is suppressed.

But only that lived and marked pain scars and shapes the memory. Only the scratches caused by the anguish of asking for forgiveness shape the choice. And you cry with a courage that moves the colors of change, giving suffered flowers and breath on the petals.

Scusami.