Walking in the freeway

I looked at pro sky

And a point I sighted

Falling without reason

Inside of an airplane

Radical maneuvers made later

I did not believe

That all age alone an illusion

Then I stopped

And in my redor

I looked more nothing

I sighted

Then in a street

I entered and I came across myself

With a light that nor

I know of where came

But inside of it

I entered and in Daytona stopped

There I come a cross

Myself with a great movement of skater’s

Pilot of motocross

I allege I there I was my dream

I carried though with James Stwart

I talked in its motion

I walked.

Not is

Waits that this dream

Does not finish out why

I am so happy paragominas and a

Place without reason

I only see confusion

Please my good

I pesos plus one minute

Why I am so happy

But another street

I sighted and I

I entered and for freeway

I looked at pro sky and nothing

I sighted was then I woke up

And wanted to know

As everything happened then

I observed that everything was

Transferred of a dream why

I saw that house

I nor he leaves…

My god what he happened was alone an illusion