“Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Who watches over the guards?” by Juvenal.


The sense of beautifulness which is implanted in the human soul

The finest philosophical expression of the universal

The translation of music painting feelings on a canvas of hyacinth

The closest it could ever get to the vital truth

The awareness of wanting to escape from personality and emotions

The inspiration to deliver a sublime message lacking what it means

A destiny that can communicate by the oracular gift of speech

A silent echo, a shadow’s rebellious dance against its true image

Angels Call Me.