Dead's place

the sweet caress of the yet young cold frees the lungs that seems lifeless. the pale Moon's light passes through the reality like a ghost. Greyish colors,symbols of the alive night, take a break from spreading all day hugging the figure finally with their pairs. Layed on a tree, symbiosis with this quiet world, they feel that here they're not a stain to mask,to clean. The silence is comforting acceptance that speaks more than others illusions. Even tho this painting seems dark and lifeless for someone, for me is the only place where I manage to feel my heart beating full of life.