I come from the darkness and in the darkness rest. My appearance is black, my spirit is white and red is my flow. With a hand I wound and with the other cure, my lips enchant and my eyes bind. I am not good and am not bad, am not hatred and am not love. I live from always, I was born yesterday and I will die tomorrow, showing my light to who has the courage to catch up me ... Do not follow me, you would not find I ... Guess me in of you, in that dark place of the soul where the conscience shines without beliefs ... I will so show myself at your side patiently smiling to your tender fears ...