Om.
In
the middle of the journey
You can relax
To rest under a tree
To breathe the sunset
The long way
The destination is still far
Now it's my time
Before...
To take the heavy bag off the ground
To lick the tears
To get into the cold water
To lie on the ground
To let the blood flow
To the thoughts hung
A little bit wavered
Ada Hoca
Mayadon Rachok
