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Have You Passed Through This Night?

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  • Have You Passed Through This Night?
  • We are like roads: made by asphalt. We run everywhere but, actually, nowhere.
    We are breathless before the black, heavy night.

    Black as the moment in which you realize you are alone on your way; white as the light, the salvation you look for desperately.

    A quest for light is never an easy job: it is made of trouble, pain, suffering, loneliness. But it is necessary.