Born.

"A flower is born,

Everyday the Sun comes out.

Now and then you hear that voice...

As for pain, natured for singing,

In the mind shakers, along with the critters.

Yet there´s a grinder

Devouring the best of you.

Pulling your strings back,

Asking for more.

Until you cannot hold anymore...

Todos los días sale el Sol."

"Collective unconscious", Sir Charles García.