When I became aware
of death, regaining its purity from a fountain
of people from here, somnambulistically following their roads
it seemed to me
that dreams of mine were pyramids of sands
running out before my eyes
and I saw
my day running away against the current
away from that cursed place of a town.
It is the beginning that we choose
but you, the end, you are selecting us
and there is no way but the road.