Walking on the street of a stressful and seductive city, it is rarely possible to reflect and try to find answers to the various questions that daily plague our existence. However, between the morning hangover and the stupor of having spent the night immersed in feminine charms, it is possible to take a moment to philosophize about life.
Then questions arise such as: what is the meaning of life? What color is God's skin? What follows after death? Has the lamb eaten the flower? Originality is dead? Have we lied since the wolf ate the shepherd?
And then I find myself here slowly dying since I was born, but searching for answers to questions.
Like every human being.