So many oblique questions,
Deep, deep wounds in the tree of life.
What is the solution of the equation with billiards of x?
The one who born the mountains,
Who hangs the stars on nothing,
He has the key to all these locks,
The know how of the rocket,
To bypass the returning to the earth,
The higher force than the decay.
He wants to give to the unworthy
More than the deserving snake and the stone,
The mouth of asks he fills.

But it is not easy in the oven,
With all...