I put my thumb out and looked down the old American road.

There’s a young girl sitting on the corner of Calle 8 with a baby in her hands…

I am the results of a trillion coincidences.

Everyone wants fruit on the first day.

Even when we walk through the valley of despair,

I don’t wanna be an NPC, sitting on the sidelines, somewhere in infinity…

She has “today and no other day” tattooed on her ankles.

Am I addicted to the noise?

Come here all brothers

I am at war against common ways of conversing.

I see you, change-maker,

We all have a super power.

On this road that leads nowhere and everywhere, all at once I stood.

This life is a poem.

With the wind on his shoulders and an eye seeking God,

There’s a demon that sits perched upon my shoulder.

We are ready to create a revolution.

The question of the ages…