In a tree the branches gows | |
Thank to the light of the sky | |
And at the same time, | |
The roots grows | |
Thanks to the darkness of the ground | |
But in the centre of the ground | |
There is the fruit... | |
The panic theatre is like a tree | |
Who grows in the darkness | |
To meet the bright fruit | |
The panic theatre has no limits... | |
The panic theatre is the limit of the limits |