Worst and hot,
A bottle full of sins,
But empty for the suffering.
The roar, the song and the feather,
became an horde to understand the times.
Celebrating the flesh and the spirit,
While the world is being shaken by the prophets
Of the gospel of homologation.
Meanwhile, the universe and his rules, smile to the chess players
Using the patience that brings disaster, chaos and beauty.
-Alejandro Rivera Delgado.