The Voice of Silence
He lived near a desert where stones seemed to be waiting for someone.
He lived near a desert where stones seemed to be waiting for someone.
Programmed? We all are. It’s your brain daily work, not for you but against you.
Forced to obey, obliged to serve, divided among themselves, such is the weakness of men!
Am I remote-controlled like a drone? Or am I the only master on board my body?
The nostalgia of an ancient past, brighter and magic is a recurrent myth in many traditions
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land?