a plastic robot carves a bone inside a tunnel and this leads to a rain of fire and images of saints

blind to the weather and making some little arrangements on the limbs of alien birds and other creatures that visit the round window

memories of the record store in front of that catholic school and that person that could guess any puppy's name

several invisible ministers decide by vibrations about the next step in the part of the day we will call from now on end of the world

standing in the time and place but seeing the sun perform another unexpected curve trajectory

treasure when and where we were to find a new reason for tomorrow to be a day religiously based on the idea of naps

seven soldiers of truth in line to start the day and try to get those tiny airplanes to work and finally make the coreography everyone's waiting for

there for you when you told me the clouds were like names for realer things not avaiable or visible in our atmosphere and we danced at the sound of the melted lead waves