I don't believe in big ideas, I believe in documents of human interest. Your father comes in, greets the camera, dances with your mother, he's over 100 years old. And I just watch the sun, how the sun comes in. I just watch the sun, how the sun comes in. In the places where men live and their light is refracted. I live stuck to the ground, gravity prevents me from flying. And I live surrounded by objects that I appreciate, my views and my loves are worn out daily. And I just watch the sun, how the sun comes in. I just watch the sun, how the sun comes in. In the places where men live and their light is refracted. It hurts to think that what you love, one day will disappear forever. And its landscapes, that broken rock, touched the individual memory, dies and shines. And I just watch the sun, how the sun comes in. I just watch the sun, how the sun comes in. In the places where men live and their light is refracted. I just watch the sun, how the sun comes in. I just watch the sun, how the sun comes in. I just watch the sun, how the sun comes in.