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