Condotti, Setting in a street named after someone mysterious in this century, or what more no one cares, filled with history, cared by the worst and the best hidden stories, those streets are filled with voices of the past mixed with noises of the future, siting here in the steps of *Condotti staring at the people that about to become from the past, at the people that will be the study of the most mysterious and un-logic humanity, even me i'll be one of those lost voices that been lost in the streets of Condotti.

A ribbon of darkness covers the heart of a prudent man.

"Tiny bubbles hang above me"

Trying to find your lost soul is like chasing those final words from a dying man.

Easily loved, and easily hated. LIFE.

I’m turning to an ugly beast..A servant for the devil..A black slave with a lost heart.. who are tortured by his lord.. A torture have never been seen or heard.. a lord who let his servants choose a path between light and darkness.. servants are blind enough to dig in darkness to find light .. but is the servants are truly blind.. searching for Hop,promises.. But manipulated by the devil..

he’s so vain so dark hearted.. so dark that he can’t tell the difference between light and darkness..so vain that every time he speaks, every word that comes from his devilish mouth it leaves a mark, it leaves heavy pain in my heart that can’t be healed..the only remedy for the pain is watching him leave, abandon my life…