Living in the dust
Like everyone beyond the shades;
Thinking the past is just...
Another virtual reality,
Egiptians adores thin images
Like we just do to ours along the passing through
Arenas covering the desert storms
Like the sirs cover our faults.

Living the shadows; (no more)...
I will be rising the shining sun;
No more quicksands, no more tears off
Now that the present brighter comes.
Arenas finer the finest stone
Scaping to another distances
Sole survivor of my own reward...

Bamil Collado