Change.

And of course, of course that there is darkness and light. Of course that there are reassons for not letting the sadness take yourself, and some of these reassons shine so brightly giving sense to the universe, to your eyes, so hardly that they can let you blind. Like a sun in the winter. Beautiness is just a fact, and sadness is not its opossite, in sadness there is so much beauty, in the end of the stories, the summum.

But the fact is that stories have no end, they continue, forever and dion, and you can only try to gain with time, some adorable madness, and try to grow better. Fighting if its necessary, trying to make people happy. Learning, being free from convencionalisms. And advancing to the horizon line, chasing the light that dies when the afternoon turns night. My place will always be in that park where I can stand quiet in my spector place, seeing the change of the stations, the change of the years , my own change.

Until the end, sweet friend, always, until the end.