While I expect for the muse of the inspiration, I'm listenning "Alfonsina y el Mar" _Mercedes Sosa; this's a f#cking great song, I'm thinking. Do we really leave? Will we become just a remembrance of what we use to be?

The piano notes take me away and the lirics of farewell make me feel a little ansious, but I realized that we'll walk the green mille, the path through the dark, cold and deep ocean as Alfonsina did... but those who left first will be waiting for us and the voice of ancient thinkers, musicians and poets will be the voice of those who would'nt have a voice...

Mercedes' voice a rough, deep and sonorous expression of unconsent, of disconform... a real "cantaora" a voice or voices...