Dos años después del 15M. Hacia las ocho de la tarde en Sol: tan solo no se ve a los dos icos.

Then they'll raise their hands
Sayin' we'll meet all your demands
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered
And like Pharaoh's tribe
They'll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered (When The Ship Comes In, Bob Dylan) Enlace a la versión italiana de Capossela