The life consists of stages, of cycles, of periods, of phases, of chapters. Our existence is compromised by a set of circles that are opened and circles that are closed. We are a part of a constant movement that does not stop and if we pledge in wanting to keep ourselves static, in supporting to our body or to our mind in a circle that already it was closed, in a period that already was fulfilled so we turn embittered, obsessive, stupid beings.


Let's not languish with our own flames, which passed happened, the life continues, the hours do not wait and today it is another day, another history. Let's close the chapter, the cycles of the yesterday that remain in the yesterday, continuums walking forward, towards the new dawns, towards the new opportunities.


Sometimes old corners maraud and old memories only bring theirs unhappiness and a martyrdom of questions without answers, for it there are recollections that definitively we must stop go, we must bounce, break, be hot. The past already went away and if we go away with since we will go mad or die of disenchantment.

Let's not go for the world stopping windows opened only just in case, just in case let's return, just in case be call us, just in case value us, just in case find us. Windows opened by these words that were not said, for the promises that were not fulfilled. Let's close these windows once and for all that the gray winds do not begin to devour us.


The stages of the past already were fulfilled, lived; now it is the present to which we possess. If the things did not work, if the relation was not given, if the projects were not formalized ... in order that to return to the same thing at the time. These houses, these streets, these works, these skins, these looks, these hands already are not, already they are not ours. Already nothing of it us belongs.


Returning to what already we live is impossible, because already we are not the same and especially already we are not a part of that context, of that love, of that routine. Because nothing remains still, everything moves, everything evolves, everything dies or transforms and on having tried to return only we will find misunderstandings and loneliness.

In one he laughed they do not traverse identical waters. This way also it is the life. Let's take care of our mental peace accepting the reality.

Evc.