<strong><em>"Why doesn't the flow lead us to the tingling and innocent burning of our inner souls. Why does it make us captive and forgotten...?"</em></strong>

Inside me, this image exerts an extremely strong desire of returning to the womb. As we grow, we tend to get tied up on an increasingly complex web of pressure, demands and suffering that we never thought possible. A few times, we are violently pulled up from it and start wondering: "How have I lost it all? Who stole my innocence, my happiness amidst the simplest things?".


<strong><em>I don't know who stole mine... but I guess I'm the thief.... </em></strong>


In the end, there's just a huge mass of souls marching against the stream, farther away from the sun...


<strong>José Ramos</strong>