Fuente The goal. It was only your Eyes. While the cold night longed for a light. The storm opened in cry. Fierce his winds contradicted everything in his direction, while the joys were asking for help.

I believed. I just believed, and with many strengths. But. Only that is not enough. You are born, you grow, you experience, you imagine enjoying life, you die in dreams, hopes, innocence, conscience and

He could have become a Christian, but he became a criminal. He could have lived a missionary, he decided to be millionaire. Early in life, you would have thought a John was in the making, but he ended