To the land of planes on a bus full of people with ruptured hopes and a wish to depart to forget the long-lasting horrour. I saved a piece of dream so there is a tad of pep to feed on when I set myself up. I shat in my past and perspective was never to be the same. You see, the chosen one is who captures love and leaves none to whom came to a broken home. Son chosen by the impervious afinity of being thought as the last child to be conceived and the colour of his skin. Hence the unawareness of the search for a future mother drapped in white...So, my home was broken, my wish to stay as well. The illicit brother acting as a peevish response my father gave to himself at the news of my mother's pregnancy says it all: I was not meant to come into this world. Unwanted and never seriously taken, with an awful pet name and the lack of respect which arose in my family, I faced the desert in spite of the grey perspective. I have survived the sand, yet you should not dare say I have succeeded. There are planes crossing the skies and I hope I could understand how they do not crash into the stars. I do not believe you understand how much I cannot understand about the universe. The unnatural tremble in my voices reflects it so, don't you see? Anger about the time I have spent lying on the ground looking for answers I will not understand. I wish I could burn them to the ground. My memories not my parents, though once I was taped saying that. I cannot remember it. The eyes of the adults were never the ones from the past. So I thought of overreactions. So I thought of prejudice. So I thought of leaving...My peers threw rubbish at me. Rubbish I found at times funny, I have got to admit. Yet I could hardly fit in the chats and I did suffer. Twenty and something of years in front of a screen seeking the door into the tunnel. I was given a room in a house which my rival, my brother bought thinking of the future. A future without me. However, he gave me home and work. He showed me around and I could finally run into love. Years then, years now, facing a wall and waiting for a change. Then Raúl sent word of his fate. I offered myself to go after him. I did despite all the tears. I laughed at the sight of them, thus departed. And I have survived the desert.