In sudden confusion, it covers my face, the peace of being in front of time. How long has it been since I died? I have not died, but things I used to believe are gone. I guess the first thing that should be erased of my mind is: "I" I am... I am... the wind touching my face, and so dissolving the pain given by my worries. I am...I am... the water touching my skin, and so cleansing my tears from the dirt of time: I am... I am... impregnated of. I am... I am... the fire exploding my past into trillion pieces, in such a way, I can't remember who exactly I was before dying. Am I dead? I am.. I am... what used to touch me. I am... I am... what used to clean me. I am... I am... and it is all bright. Who are you?