He complained midnight. The dream had escaped from my soul. The psyche merodia
through the corners of the underworld. His hands damp with thoughts, reflected sadness. Suddenly I had the impression that images of a world of love would reach my oblong eyes. Kindness and blessings screamed in my bed, and a foam of spell let us intuit that beings of light would come to dance on the silky sheets.
Some actions were not perfect, chaos and pain were observed in those pigeons that spread their hunger. The sheep of the dark, in their silences breathed the dirt and rottenness of the fallen fruits. The charismatic became a barbarism, which he perceived in some characters who rejected manipulations.
I turned off the radio, peace and gloom surrounded me. Sleeping was my purpose. From outside, the fissured street and the ghostly bands broke the chains, painted the walls with blood, and my heart was pleased with faith. The luminous times would come that would give us freedom, sovereignty and the property of being.
I fell asleep happily, laughing future targets, with the songs of World Disorder, and the defeated alliance of the "Elite".
I woke up in the golden morning, the sun of hope was burning and a fiery beat of drums announced that the magical paradise was opening before my body, with a tasty soul and sidereal lineage.
It was part of the cosmos, the glory belonged to me, all humans and not, together in a journey of equality.