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