Its a new feeling that has hands in treasures, I was found in a fury wind and talked with the legion of his memories that erased what was known, so I sought to take the ballad of the delicate people around the silent time which faced me and it has taken me into the highest star where no one can and has time to understand the human brain, even if our birth had a thousand golden suns, our ego nudity accepts the ups and downs from the romantic exchange between the living human grace who surrounds what then can be found as an original idea in motion.
What I think about the kind of rare plants that grow with a pumping seeking fever scracthing what it ascends to the sun, is that humans will have no Earth´s time to understand each other and this is known as a thought with veins as the call from other births, keep my faith running in, even if relations have her own dance and that she can be measured by love, peace and understanding, then its up to each of us to recognize where are the hidden treasures in time to our mighty refrain.
