Every day we proceed in our lives, in a suffocating routine, with no awareness that any action has a purpose, unfolding between exaggerated rationalism and repetitive actions, prone to the alienation of being.

A silent restlessness annihilates our days. Where is the error? Hallucinated lies fill the illusions of the everyday, we are defeated, we rely on fate.

The day ends, the night begins again.

We do not accept our limitations just as we take no pleasure in accepting ourselves, every effort

we make, every road we decide to take, brings

us back to the starting point where desires are shattered, with a fixed

stare and a stifled cry,

we wait helplessly for an answer to our questions, no one listens to us and we continue stubbornly toward a quest for personal happiness, we try to accumulate trophies to show off rather than experiences that make us grow and improve.

An endless cycle and at the same time a movement that cancels itself into itself, does not exist, disappears.

The night ends, the day begins again.

Faced with endless possibilities, we stand still, we are overwhelmed by life, but we do not embrace it as it is without expecting anything, we resist and nausea assails us, we are

lost in an endless night.

Heartbeats become irregular, body temperature changes, muscle tension also, something we don’t know or don’t want to name clouds our thoughts, the mind commands us.

The day ends, the night begins again.

As we look at the sky, which always looks the same to us, we notice that slowly the clouds disappear, that what we see now, within a short time we can no longer make out, the sense of dizziness leaves us. Now we are present and think therefore, did all this ever exist?

This is the beginning not the end.