Dear Siren, it seems when you pour me wine, 

you pour Infinity itself.




At the edge of meaning, 

re-perfected Black Swan



Fragment after fragment, 

Infinity loves hypnotic theories not Truths.



Melting evolution, 

re-emerging prima materia



By expanding your concepts,

you expand your world.



Soul-transmuting mirror, 

abysmal reflection



Close your eyes and taste deeply your wine, and who knows… 

Maybe just for a moment you‘ll walk barefoot on Infinity.



Re-masterpieced Time, 

fragmented Alchemical paradigm



Humans want to know the meaning of life, 

but more than that, they want this life to have a deeper meaning…



Abysmal questions, 

forbidden wine



Enjoy the wine, don’t spill the night:

you need this Moment to escape Time.



Hypnotic fragments of existence, 

insatiable need for more