When men feel happy, they think of men who love; when they feel sad they think and pray to God. - Menotti Lerro

Wherever will the promised light be? Is there a paradise among the clouds maybe, rest in the wind, refreshment on the seabed? Where does the dark, the insomnia, the madness, the crying, the illness, the death finish? Where does God hide himself?

Non c’è giorno senza tenebre e notte senza luce.

I think that at the bottom of every artist there is absence.