Never forget to ask for forgiveness... Haunted by remorse, in the relentless pursuit of destiny, 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 guilt, and makes us wither.

Pain is suppressed.

But only that pain lived and full of signs heals 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.