Islands of stone and loneliness, that’s what we are. Barely, archipelagos of nothings. . Excuses of sea Time and memory keeps us apart, and some of us barely get to greet each other at the distance but with no docking at the other’s port, cause we are islands. Islands of salt and broken wishes, here we are. We are inhabited by a wildlife of dreams and nightmares, without detecting human presence. ( dreams and nightmares ) Nevertheless, in some occasions a memory can approach us, and it goes, swollen sail in its attempt of conquest, swollen sail in its attempt of conquest island after island. It’s the stone and the loneliness and the salt and the broken wishes trying to abandon the castaway job.