The man must born only numbers,
then he must gives them words,
he must build for them silence,
the man must born the digits' eggs
and all hopes of the world.

But the little seed is gone,
the man transform it in an army,
there are no equations here
nor the lightly eyes of his dreams...

The man must have a long bone
to discover the original egg!
The man must write only numbers
on the wings of his hopes...