Looking for roses in the clouds / Buscando rosas en las nubes
I walk between the streets. Warm scenery. The extras look at me. I am invisible. Dead, course, purpose. The more lost the happier. How much simplicity in their smiles. I envy you.
I cast off the sinister storms of desire. Immortality of the name. I die to be reborn. Because life is so short and death eternal.