An abbandoned place; walls with several layers of colors;
in each room you listen a different silent story;
the wind comes in through the broken windows,
Outside the birds are singing.
Inside I hear my breath, my steps.
I am alone and my heart sometimes beats fast...
No, I am not afraid of my fears; I dance with them...
"Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid."
Invictus - William Ernest Henley