I always thought Love was something given without any constraint, any fight or any regret, like God's power rising from the mountain and starring all eyes. The glory of a moment and the illusion passing by the small void. I do not know the future, nor the screams for the past burn me anymore, every dream found its satisfaction, its decay, memories still remain untouched and  peace  seems to settle down even in love's absence. Is it too hard to stop for a second and wish a new year of happiness?, happiness, the blind human dream, the sacred gift, the damn illusion, instructed as a pleasure, taught as a path, by experience forced into damnation.

I've seen my heart, struggling against my soul, wondering which one carry the darkness, if it's coming from my father or my brother. I've found satisfaction in many things, the kindness of helping a stranger, the pleasure of at most twice individual experience, the glory of ambition. Had my doubts of your oblivion, but the day of the war showed its truth, truly forgot everything, i stand the same, silenced conscience, untouched love, love for a stranger, once the one.

I extend you my courtesy, they will remain on your side, protecting the house of everyone you love, even the ones that set me appart from you, you included, and the house of the small creatures which once, we share deeply love. God is the truth, and for the ones rising through lies and darkness, the respect is extended to the only one who all belong, wish you the best, peace in your hearth and love in your life. As a totally opposite gift in this date so close to my birth.