... It was as if the followers of an order arcane and opaque they had gathered that night, in silence and laborious, with superfine an organization that only the knowledge of the ancient and magical mechanisms that regulate the Universe can give, they had stacked in small piles to sides of the trails all the crystals and they were covered with the branches of trees, hedges and gardens, the lights from the old form and also erased the black, far down the street, where the bars end up in strange doodles sharp, high, unattainable and not only because of this concern. Because what the world was a kind, was an ancient world ...