Are the silences the hidden cracks of reality?
Do you intone the universe a cruel time?
May young people predict the endless beat loops?
Will we attach desires in a worn staff?
Can Jenny in the tissue that binds us, the repudiated feelings?
Will corrupt the aim one day we launched the harmony beneath our feet?
Do the concerns of the top of expectations will eventually melt?
Do try to boot the links of life that run?
Do they mute the waterfalls of melting so many cries of the ignored?
Do you whistle nothing announcing his arrival to recreate indelible fears?
Perhaps we ensordeceremos to reduce us.