A part of the world has been blown up, only the eerie calm reigns.
All my suspicions flow from within like a flooding torrent.
Finding a hint of a smile is an absurd task,
because those marks of happiness on the ground have been erased,
they are the memory of lysergic images that made me go back.
Rage masks survival instinct,
my devastating version ends up appearing
and the virtues that he proudly raised, like an unquestionable flag,
they fall one after another, dragged by a domino effect.