My father was driving us to pick up some supplies for his shop. As we exited the highway we came across a huge cemetery. I just started visualizing the people that were buried there and the life that was in there when they were still alive, and so I came up with this short piece: En un cementerio dónde duermen la gente, En paz y tranquilidad, todos igualados, reyes y sirvientes. Hermanos y hermanas, abuelos, hijos, nietos, y parientes, En un rincon sereno de un pueblo donde descansan la gente.
