Where the friendships were true of those that after five minutes returned to play as if nothing .... Where you did not know what it was to break hearts and in your small world there were no petals to wither.

To look ahead: with withered petals, fake smiles, walking through the streets with fear and not trusting even your spare.

Sometimes walk aimlessly but with an open mind and be your own star to find your heaven.

As the years go by, nothing is the same.
Smiles, moments that are erased or perhaps, are saved in letters and paper.

Even if your heartbeat wants to return to those emotions, it will not be possible.

Life can be like a wine.
As bitter or sweet, you decide which path to choose.

Although many times, we go straight to the bitter one.
If it's true, we go like a ship adrift that soon comes to an end.

And that heart that suffered so much is taking its color.
Since you will know with clarity the taste of life.