In the fog of an insecure glance, a tear was set. A damp appendage of complex pain, eternal anxiety, recurrent asphyxiation. The watermelon smile aims to hide an abyss of fears, which trembles among the alcoholic walks of an abstinence person. The day emerges in grey for those who have transcended pain and loneliness. A renewed grey day dawns in the silenced sadness of those who, living, only imagine suffering.
