chaostic party, by the way of the sky,,,the echo carries the human voice through the limbo of time, our traces left on the way of life, our words disappear, our writings remain, we govern with the brain and buttocks never with fists, love crosses our lives and we forget our worries, we pollute, we kill each other, we leave this earth for another sphere, why this bitter war against the atmosphere? nevertheless there is better to do.
