Angel cageS









White, blu, yellow, black.

Rough immaculates surfaces,

catch the powders of reminiscence.

Ground powder

the cage of matter.

Sky powder

the wing by which you can go there.

The mark?

Misterious circuit which outlines

A mistic apparition.

The angel look at us

from the cages

of our matter,

from the universes

of our fears.