All melodies of mourning and hate written in total absence of human and social values in the years 2004, 2005 and 2006, somewhere between the worlds and the living.
?... As death, if we look at it closely, is the real aim of our lives, I have become so well acquainted in recent years with this genuine, perfect friend to man that not only is there no longer anything awesome about it for me, but I find the idea very soothing and comforting! And I thank my god for having granted me the good fortune to find the opportunity... of getting to know it as the key to our true happiness. I never go to bed without thinking that, tomorrow perhaps, young as I may be, I will no longer be here.? (Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, 1787)