This sixth volume of "The Rock" is a plea electronic and blue against the routine, the median and gray happen. The best proof of such extremes is listening and sensitive electronic incunabula of naked as "T¡meles" pure escapism maquinal flowing over land, from the dust that raises the minimum step in a moment. Feeling every second of "I do not understand" or "Without thinking" is experiencing a micro-mist daily travel over those who always have just returned to a reality unwanted, anonymous and rare. But Sotomayor are optimistic by devotion and know that after the low pressure area there"s always a "Today" and "Contigo" that will inspire us to continue longing that illusion that Maran musical sound, light and flight.