im in Maracaibo,
working lasting resting place
searching for those infinite dreams lost in space.
there, look, a escaping landing flamboyant dream,
crashing into the atmosphere,
god, i love you, nature's capital of humanity.
this vacant memory is just enough for me to survive,
in the hole i dug out of sorrow, impatient and flammable soul,
was i born to die ina rooted state, fragmented from the whole?
or am i the fighter who is gonna save some of those rebel dreams and spark the seed of hope, vanishing all darkness around.
as i cast this magical shield, constructed by words, figured ina composed way, built out of movement and passion, from that root we all share, our natural realm, mystical and impossible, yet here we are. as you can see.