I've been a tired landscape. This is repeated continually before my eyes as the session continued a bad film, as the city behind the window of a bus line. Sera
we spent the winter and spring are outstanding. I do not know. Or will one of many other things we want.
Shit. Because we do not understand that. Why not enjoy this moment, and come spring. But why not turn your preciousness of winter. Please enjoy it, if it did not want to spring and summer heat. And in summer, autumn colors. And then comes winter, and I long for the flowers, the warmth and colors of that year that will not return.
ago, I say, little time I've realized I'm not a teenager. Everything has changed. That nothing will ever be the same. And what I most regret is not having squeezed with all my being that each time, always thinking that the best was yet to come. And no, it was better not to come. The best thing was that and nothing more.
What we have now is something else what? I do not know. Time will tell.
My mother just said that we made more ... And as always, is right.
