• The sound of a soul crying for his past, of the sweet memories of happiness and good times of joy, those moments only a women could bring. The embrace of death couldn't hurt his spirit, love was more powerfull than the greatest of distances. A little too late, a little too soon.

    Memories of dance classes, kisses, sweet music, sadness, revenge, sorrow, inspiration, will, life... Memories of that wich is lost forever but in memory. Does a soul have the sweet moments of his life? When you enjoy life as it is, with all it's problems, facing one by one, giving them your best, then you're worth living, worth having your memories...
    Worth of becoming a legend
    The reason of man is unknow, the reason of soul is not meaningless indeed. Life, death, all is the same, for a soul knows not difference between places. It just dances on his memories, on his last lived dreams, of the things he made. It enjoys it's sorrow, for not even sadness is bad, when it's good to remember it made you stronger. Cry for you memories, the last thing coming from your life, the only thing life will not take from you. It's all about the moment. Stand up and create your memories...