A blast of wind on top of the chaos,
A Wave of life, elements of nature,
The dust that makes me.
Smoothed continent, without residents,
with sea pearl same to the light,
the other one that makes me.
There where. the compass becomes,
a fog spoiled.
There where the rota is lost.
and the truth is betrayed.
..... The life….eternal wanderings.
A moment that passed our street in the infinity of line.
The Present, The past and The future a spot in the oceans of mind .
A spot which found the courage to break the silence of time.