An ice cube
flying over
the desert’s dunes.

Green and pink drops
of hope and pain
slowly descending,
baptising the sand.

Shortly they dissipate,
becoming part of the atmosphere.
Was it worth it?

As butterflies,
we leave nothing but
the footprint
of our experiences.

“Feel truly,”
I would say to myself,
“Make feelings solid,
give them dignity.
What was felt was real.”

“Dear Fear” (2021)

1- An ice cube in the desert
2- Circle of oblivion
3- Green veins
4- Inside your fist
5- Fly forever
6- Dear Fear
7- Our future selves
8- Strangers we are
9- The price of changing
10- Inner knowing
11- Detachment
12- The method
13- A cage with golden bars
14- Behind logic arguments

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