La Espiral

Words stretch out like threads of light in the night - stubbornly breaking through the noise of the city, clinging to the wind and flying onward. There is something of a message in a bottle about them: a simple ‘I'm sorry,’ but said in such a way that it echoes inside. Spiral after spiral, the fall turns into an ascent, and even the darkness sounds like a promise that sooner or later an eternal fire will flare up.

The music hovers on the border between prayer and confession. Pure, slightly transparent, with that feeling when, step by step, you approach the light that has always been there, but have finally decided to notice it.