I am
The crux of the imperfect
The left and the right
The last ray of sunshine
The tomorrow
I am
Your happiness
And your agony
The desirable couch
I am
Your tired feet
Rested by the lake
Of your unconsciousness Christian
I am
Your be tomorrow
After work
Getting shortcut
For a land Catalan
I am
My and your fan
The number one
After a cold night
The morning
Maybe I am everything
What are disguises for nothing
Or nothing
Disguised as a fever
Maybe I am the floor
Who knows until a stranding
Just do not be nothing
Because being nothing
I´ll be only the unconsciousness
From a tribe without clan.