We Must Dream Our Way.

Today Is Today, And Yesterday Is Gone. There Is No Doubt.

The Darkness Of A Day Elapsed, Of A Day Nourished With Our Sad Blood.

We Came By Night To The Fortunate Isles, And Lay Like Fish Under The Net Of Our Kisses.

And What Importance Do I Have In The Courtroom Of Oblivion?

Donde Termina El Arco Iris, En Tu Alma O En El Horizonte? Where Does The Rainbow End, In Your Soul Or On The Horizon?