I look to the sky and see my glory and the love for what I do, for who I am, for my mistakes. I keep walking like a wolf in search of the full moon to sing to it with passion that I'm still standing.
My sins have been the horizon of my life, since life presents many chains to break in labyrinths of madness and allegories of life, because I have lost my flesh, I kneel in the sands of time that devour the soul, when glory kneels before love, it becomes immortal.
My philosophy is based on something more unique than time and space, since my hand to the sky represents the glory that doesn't seek applause, but looks that understand, for my heart, covered in thorns like the rose, is the love that isn't afraid to shine, even if it hurts.
