So then if the Son shall set you free, you shall be free indeed. John ''Stone walls do not a prison make nor iron bars a cage'' - Robert Lovelace. This piece is called Freedom, its from Mexico City (photo by Óscar Arias).
By Matthias Utomo “I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.