in one year it will be light, as it emerged over millions of years, but I leave it to specialists of the ancient sun, what interests me is the new sun that will shine tomorrow, and that yes, It is night now, but I do not despair revise the sun warming my organs, so they need heat, my poor bodies in the dark intestines, blood, nerves, a real site for charlatans who promise the moon me is the sun that I am not a pale copy in black and white, the warm light that comes out of the oven and forget the painful hours trying to get warm under the covers, at last you're here, I ' waited for hours in anguish you m'ais forgotten, but every morning I open the shutters and I cry with joy, you came to me, I'm still asleep, I still have not reconnected all networks and I believe still alone in the world, but suddenly I understand that I am the representative of a human race with the name and I am not the only