When you drop the chip and not the sun, far from fear and concern. When the head that you inhabit returns an echo of resignation. When the alliance between your laughter and me, breaks the complicity forever. And shame becomes courage, until it breaks the glass ceiling. If we are broken, so that light comes in, we will not insist on drinking from the sea. So as not to be a nail in this cross, and not to be a drop of this storm. When you win anyway, working on the same thing. You are going to fall in the fact that your place is an abuse in the abyss. With free time we are free to choose, and the one who imposed you to dominate and serve, never wanted to see us live. When the alliance between your laughter and me, breaks the complicity forever. And shame becomes courage, until it breaks the glass ceiling.