Dear Siren, dive deeper and deeper into my abyss; 

Every falling Angel has a story.

Silent conversation, 

abysmal explanation

Fragment after fragment, re-construct your fallen wings.

Don’t be an artist. Dare to be a great Artist.

More daring definitions of freedom, 

more daring concept of you

Great artists build magnificent fountains in Hell 

to make locals crave water not some Paradise above.

Hypnotic concepts of existence, 

re-perfected art of redemption

A story of yourself is a story of existing concepts. 

A new story of yourself is a story of new concepts. 

Abysmal conjunction

never-ending journey of becoming

Dare to get lost in the Plutonian Labyrinth, 

explore uncharted territories of your Soul.

Merlin Margins, 

not-yet-connected fragments

Enjoy the wine, don't spill the night; 

your future has flavors of the wild.

Primordial territory of your Soul

no EXIT sign

Infinity loves re-invention. 

Infinity loves re-perfection.

Fallen Angel, 

hypnotic myth

I is an art: 

re-perfume your  horoscope.

More liberating philosophy, 

more daring re-construction

Turn your individuality into an art of distinction 

not extinction.

Existential re-perfection, 

your Soul as a conjunction

Independence is luxury. 

Hic Sunt Dracones.

Hardcore creator,  

re-questioning eyes

Walk barefoot on your dogma,

ask unasked questions to revive your myth.

Global dream, 

barcoded Nirvana

Great creators are extremists 

of Infinity. 

Melting world,

re-emerging prima materia

To be an artist is to be a falling Angel,  

falling deep down into something unknown, yet, of the essence.

Exhibition of infinite concepts, 

fragments of Alchemical wings

Abysmal desires have hypnotic Truths 

that make you scream to your extreme. More.

New wild direction, 

existential re-perfection