¿Os habéis sentido alguna vez completamente desorientados o
directamente perdidos en vuestra propia existencia?
How can I walk on the streets on fire?
How can I dream of a brand new day?
How many rules must be destroyed?
How many times I must be the same?
What kind of love could me make stroger?
What kina of way gonna be my way?
What is the name of my destination?
What is the thing whic makes anybody a Saint?
Feel the strokes around.
Feel the shadows around.
Feel the questions stand.
Doubts can´t be the strength.
Doubts can´t see the way.
Doubts are in my place.
Who wants the rivers where are cleaned the sinners?
Who wants to relieve the communion in hell?
Who can live without a reason?
Who can breath in a darkness cage?
Where live the verses written by poets?
Where lives the cure for the human pains?
Where is the heaven where the gods are laughing?
Where are the clouds for worlds in need of rain?