Take me to the church - Limited Edition of 12 Photograph

I'm the creator banned and unreleased verses....The yustaposition between dreams and reality....Ace of heart in the deck....The storm that comes after the silence in the desert of feelings....Beginning and the end of a vicious circle....The dense flow in the river of ideas that crosses to the head....I'm the root as head that leaves acorn grow up....The darkness, the black point in the center of the sun....Worker mad and brave, who is allowed to blindfolding his eyes, to jump to the unknow sea in the search of his treasure, because the desire and confidence can against fear and deep reality......I'm the brand of breath in your orgasms.....The mental freedom of having lived extremes.....Temperance in your safety....The prisoner that in jail, writes about his feelings, his dreams, with the only and simple purpose of being free....Sincerity in your gazes....The last dream of hope....Lost slavonic in the chain of memory.....What the world hates, the sincerity that they flatter, and then hidden, denying.....as fear to reality....The beep that squeaks in your ear, as third negation...Light creates a dream, as creation of observation....I'm the stranger in my earth, the black sheep that point the finger in himself.....who focus the minute and makes huge, who look for a reality to make own...fight for what you want and who you want..... I'm pride, stubbornness and cockiness of a number, the one of a infinite list of numbers, who doesn't want to have got per to be, choosing to be per to have got, the mad in night and serenity in day. Nothing else to say.