Experimental audiovisual mixed with the poem ¨¨ Fury ¨¨.
Tucked away in a corner of the soul,
an angel extinguishes its flame,
fallen from heaven its fist is closed,
and deathly cold gives some relief.
Since there is no God to pray to,
there is nothing to cry for,
and every moment will be lost,
and realizes how lonely it is..
It demolishes the mausoleum of a lifetime,
with a short light distinguishes an exit,
and a fleeting smile on its lips is drawn,
is the joy to know, everything starts over.
And its fire eyes will burn once more,
and its fists furiously will be closed one more time,
a tear in his face begins to dry
and remember the reason for which its here.
And the beautiful angel with dark wings,
with freight thin maybe ill
stands with his grief in tow,
and I see in the mirror how much rage I have.