Place to exile, panorama of gloomy countenance and unusual atmosphere which warm air in its path becomes cold and icy wind turns on heat. Dimension that houses, hit by weather, all those concepts, images of thought, perhaps can that you a best or what worst, rusting, aging is, shedding pieces, to pieces, particles that descend scrutinizing gap between an infinite rest of fine sandy grains hairstyles to unequal mode by the tortuous slope of the terrain. Mounds and clusters of thought wasted, work of hundreds of lucid minds possibly most of them already existent, which labored efforts to projects caught in perpetual attempts by the wayside. Approaches without a sponsor, ideas at the expense of power one day be rescued in order to find a light that replace them true. Part of them without doubt enormously convenient and efficient but conflicting individual interests which were able to be away from the circulatory story by counterweight. "Power broken list to be reused.
"Lights, reflections, brightness, contrasts, aura with rest of neuronal flashes that impair their connections by making inevitable loss of his concept. Landfill in the embers of a part of veiled nights, terminated dreams and illusions unfinished".