4 acessos
Walking in the freeway
I looked at pro sky
And a point I sighted
Falling without reason
Inside of an airplane
Radical maneuvers made later
I did not believe
That all age alone an illusion
Then I stopped
And in my redor
I looked more nothing
I sighted
Then in a street
I entered and I came across myself
With a light that nor
I know of where came
But inside of it
I entered and in Daytona stopped
There I come a cross
Myself with a great movement of skater's
Pilot of motocross
I allege I there I was my dream
I carried though with James Stwart
I talked in its motion
I walked.
Not is
Waits that this dream
Does not finish out why
I am so happy paragominas and a
Place without reason
I only see confusion
Please my good
I pesos plus one minute
Why I am so happy
But another street
I sighted and I
I entered and for freeway
I looked at pro sky and nothing
I sighted was then I woke up
And wanted to know
As everything happened then
I observed that everything was
Transferred of a dream why
I saw that house
I nor he leaves...
My god what he happened was alone an illusion