
You let the whys go. Time meets your images. Countdown. Spend your dreams. Plans. In the real gambling game. Life.

You let the whys go. Time meets your images. Countdown. Spend your dreams. Plans. In the real gambling game. Life.
There are secret keys on our body. Well protected from the naked eye. Invincible gates withstand the random attacks expecting the one and only that deserves their conquest.

You wake up one day. Without reason. You pray. You ask him to give you time. A dream to give birth to life.
You are tested. No schedule. Obstacles shrink horizon. Without giving away. You keep going.
Your banner to your soul inside is waving. You care. Not for the sky to be cloudy there. You can fill up with blue the most beautiful image..
Her thought. Hug. Day and night. There for you. Protector. Grants. Personal heaven.

You look at her. Without thinking. You let yourself go. To fool around. The life. How far ? You do not want to count.

Teachers everywhere. Knowledge. It is lavishly offered. Ineligible for learning. Bipeds. Impersonal consumers. They fall down.
Silence envelops. Gently. Obstacle sets up. He’s guarding you. From the world. Turns off barbaric sounds. Tests enemies. Peaceful sky.