I dreamed as deep as in my illusions, I am embarked on the chosen journey without return,
points of red light and whispering voices, they accompanied me in the breaking of my second hand,
not even fainting to contemplate my disappeared being;
Someone pronounces an assumption and I stand tall,
The interpretation when contemplating the vein was incoherent,
with a soft caress from you it was enough to relax her,
Since then my destiny was clearer to begin in another direction that does not intersect with the previous one already beaten.
The planned episodes of your envy happen without ceasing,
there are always two asymmetries,
which to choose?,
I am unique and I have to choose;
real feelings in the depths of my longing,
They always come from the same location,
Only I know why they intervene.
Butts floating and toads wanting to puff,
they guide me,
I don't know very well where they are taking me,
They move through the stream in pursuit mixed with their slime,
From my position I see how they move too fast,
I see them lose them knowing that they will never sink in your puddle,
the toads look at me in amazement,
and the butts, smoked.