Abisso
"Sinking in the ocean of tears and sorrow"The soul, a painting of shades and emotions, fleeting and evanescent. So complex understanding every fragmented side of it, and like autumn leaves, who we are, slowly vanishes away. The only memory left of me will be through art, and the romantic elegance of poetry tries to keep safe from time the feelings which make the flame inside of me alive. Through sorrow, melancholy, serenity and chaos, my poems reflected every light and shadow my heart ever felt, with the hope that maybe someday, once I'll be nothing but dust, my spirit will be inherited, and I'll be able to sleep forever in the quietness of nothingness.β¦