Ce-o fi ?

Like an old lantern that stubbornly shines even when the sun has long forgotten the way back. Its fire is not about streets and shop windows, but about inner sparks hidden under layers of pain and fatigue.

Here, wounds argue with karma, and the soul seeks a way out between guilt and hope. At night, footsteps sound like a prayer: let the wind pick them up and carry them to a place where one can believe in the light again. And even if the world around you tramples mercilessly, inside you still have the desire to smile - no matter what.