From birth to death I am just falling, falling through time
Falling is what I am
I am this fall
When the fall stops there is no me, or at least no me as I can imagine
I am the motion of fall, the feeling of falling

Fall…A state of exhilaration,
A sensation of fear merged in pleasure
A sensation of intangible
The impossibility to grab the air I pass through
A sensation of the inevitable

I am a fall
Falling towards the end, the paradise, the perfect harmony,
the eternal rest, the total unison where there is no duality,
no tension, no motion, no fall, no me.

So I grab this fall, with all my guts
I grab its fear and pleasures
I grab the mystery of the intangible
This sensation of vertigo towards the inevitable

At the end I leave the seeds for the next fall.