Credits

To my mother: light.
To the father who raised me: light.


To my biological father: light.


To R, my brother, to Eli my sister.


To the little ones A & N: a smile and a burst of laughter.


To the soul of the poor ones, and to the rejected ones.


To Elvira: light, to H: light.


To D: light and love.


To A, to R.


To the ones who died after birth, to the ones who never could exist.
To the lonely ones.


To R.


To the saint people, to our moments of anguish and pain.
To the victims of injustice, to the lovely artists.


To the hope, sweet honey from the sky, to those teenagers who once we were.




To the ones who fight with a broken heart, yet.


And yet to the hopeless condemned ones, to the demented ones, to the convicted ones, to the lost ones.


To the prostitutes, to the transexuals, to the addicted ones, to the beggars, to the innocent victims, to the stupid ones.


To the suicidal ones.
To the losers.
To me.


To the marginated ones, to every angel of light, born defective or retarded: to their darkest night's scream.




To Val :*


And to every moment and place, according to the necessity of the circumstances, and any further derivation of it.
And to that God who doesn't hear, the love, motor of the universe.