The day the becos are released, even if the becos are also a way of life, maybe the avenida is at risk of revocation, and of the solitary protest, they go to the demonstration, with that air of those who conquer without effort, America is a small lunch. I walk to gain balance, I retreat and advance, in the count of crescent, for the leap forward, to the impossible level, where you are, and it changes of a level. You walk on the streets and in the city, with all the tribe and all the joy of the marginality, maybe you are on the street and you see the tribe in me, and you catch me as the one who records without opening, that air of yours that conquers without effort, America is a small lunch. And when my fire of solitary artifice, find a more propitious and gregarious sky, that this sky is yours and your street, from where our fire comes out, to be lost in the moon, and once the law of gravity is suspended, we can discover America at will. I walk to gain balance, I retreat and advance, in the count of crescent, for the leap forward, to the impossible level, where you are, and it changes of a level. You walk on the streets and in the city, with all the tribe and all the joy of the marginality, maybe you are on the street and you see the tribe in me, and you catch me as the one who records without opening, that air of yours that conquers without effort, America is a small lunch. I walk to gain balance, I retreat and advance, in the count of crescent, for the leap forward, to the impossible level, where you are, and it changes of a level. www.globalonenessproject.org