Another sound out of an darkend sketch, oil painted amber gray canvas, literature that the
universe sampled from the rest of the returns’ the coliding planets were, with-holding their mass .An empty place where there is no sky, nore the horizon wouldt limits its atmosphere.
less than sound masked rivers, still wavering under sand and pebbles ..rest the dune outscaped the flee of resistance of they that wanted change .
would achitecture were no soul has found the obsession, in creation that has hide features from the unkwon builder, have given a name.would God design a future, escape from the ruines of chaos ,profoundly without a word unspoken to the the inner-knowings of man.
Among us the eglited,deﬁned like no ones ever would unraffle the mystery performd by the musians that gave life to their words.