Constantly, from the dark, the life comes out screaming. Hard is the path. With the nails, human climbing up the the wall of darkness, towards the light. Someone said that inside every person there's a soul. A child, at the restaurant, ask to his father: "Who is inside the dog?". The essential is invisible to the eyes. The inessential coming out screaming. And burn.
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