I enjoy watching the world 
From inside my idols,
To see the smoked interior
Of a small church 
And the bright outside 
Of the immense pyramid.
I assume their destiny 
To overwhelm my common state 
In a frantic way
Unseen before the birth 
Of the milky aurora.
Alone in the auditorium
I scream my frustrations
Certain that will recoil
Like a purifying shower
Over my doubt filled body,
And like a righteous acid 
Over my philosophical chains.

- Mirel Brisca