Personal project | 2020
What's gonna remain after I leave?
I feel like a stranger, I'm not a stranger
This is what life on Mars would be like?
I wanna leave, forget me
Bury my body and let my soul lift me up
It's been a long time that I don't exist
I have forgoten my face, no one differentiates me from who I am
But the truth is...
That sometimes I get lost between what I want and what I am, I think I'm all about dreams, I don't know what else I could be.