HÆC MEURT - FILIPPO SORCINELLI HAIRMIST as a mirror of my

as a mirror of my consciousness

weaving a tapestry of exotic allure and vibrant warmth

But just as a seed needs proper conditions to grow

evoking stars blossoming across the night sky

and good health

HÆC MEURT - FILIPPO SORCINELLI HAIRMIST as a mirror of myIt seems that the end is engraved. Everything seems to have happened quickly. There were punches to the chest, everyone condemned, running closed a chapter, Because Saturday was coming. Yet, fear and dread describe the unexpected, A precious bottle falls into a thousand pieces, It releases its aroma and speaks in silence. And yet we knew it. Death is not the last word. The stone rolled, and with it It shakes up my life every day, It anoints my now