For the entrapped friends…
Whose bodies became their prison…
Who lost their will and desire to live…
For those friends that my hands are bound tight and i can not help them…
Days passing by and they lose their mind, feeling alone and desperate…
Their bodies ravaged and isolated…
Don Quixotes of a dream, for a dream…
They were insisting fighting windmills for a lifetime…
Respect…
Silence…
very touchy !!