Deep and doubtful grew the arms once reached to you. Well, you never gave a diamond favor, nor for talent nor obsession not to try to make the burden lighter. Not for silence nor regression. This madness I keep feeding must keep up. Not for you and not for us. It seems that just because just because at the edge of the sand there will always be water and because what is left of the man will always stand taller than debris, he will become he will be free