You know what I think? I think we're
 all in our private traps, clamped in
 them, and none of us can ever climb
 out. We scratch and claw... but only
 at the air, only at each other, and
 for all of it, we never budge an
 inch.

cumple mari - manu gracioso- vicky pantera ?

Move los dedos! que los arboles mueren de pie!