Along my path I have had the fortune to meet people whom they have cry with me and they have embraced to me with passion and in that grip I have felt my heart and their hearts to enter in an only rhythm, happy and distressing with, while ours you strike yourself ran gaspingly in order to seize the moment. And those moments, believe to me, are durations years, long years of long travels.
Some then weighted down from the years have stopped, while others joined with me, who in order to cry and to dream, who in order to dig between the ruins of the dreams. Today that they have walked for heated deserts, little are the survivors. And here I offer their bodies, their tears, their treasures to you.