There is, on the other hand, life with a new face of vision. It was a country called the Land of Frost. The reality in it fluctuated between dreams and wishes. There were realities and illusions in which people were just margins of numbers without identity.
There was no address on the hill of pain. These people carried their bags fleeing from all kinds. Disappointment, as there was no specific destination. They were looking for a safe haven that would lead to their forgotten dreams and heal the wounds of a fugitive life.
They gathered from various places until they boarded that ship in a moment of abandonment. The sea storms continued to chase them, trying to throw them on the distant shores of anger.
They waved between one hurricane and another, fluctuating between… Dictionaries of their hearts.. All their feelings are a wandering hope and a peaceful heart.. Determined to slaughter everything that connects them to their reality.. They hung their hopes on the gallows..
Their loneliness was only forgotten by the pictures they carried with them that express a tape of memories of a bygone time that crosses the limits of imagination.. The sails of the boat failed them before the waves failed them.. and their wishes betrayed them.. Space and time were witness to human greed..
This time the sea is no longer as salty as it was.. Because the drowned people had their beautiful dreams ended, like death with a salty taste and bleeding on the dock.. They made their last screams. Invitations to God as a permanent slogan… Here are facts that have been proven and justice that has been destroyed… like moving witnesses… there are no addresses or graves on which the opening of the book can be read…
