Friend, I who dreamt about you, you who dreamt about me, I was barefoot you were nude, both of us with children´s games. Friend, where are those paths that we travelled together? Where is that ilusion that we put in some manythings? Where are those people that we loved so much? Where is that emotion of us feeling like one being when hearing some words, or listening to a song, and discovering that everything and nothing have the same value? Friend, I who dreamt about you, you who dreamt about me, I was barefoot you were nude both of us with children´s games.