Every time the things on the computer, and the questions: what to write ?, If all the verses, writings, poems, dreams that shaped part of this universe so great that it has taken me to the infinite of your lips, in some moment in my life, in the sense, when I was 15 years old, I wrote my first song, it was one of the most shameful things that I did in my life, because I wanted it in the world, many made fun of me, but I did not matter because I wanted you to understand them, but even so it was not enough, every night of insomnia, my soul wondered about you, disappeared, absent and fanciful stories, that I longed for them to pass, life is an irony, when I told you for the first time under the rain of that winter, it was one of the best experiences of my life, my strong heart, I thought it was special, I wanted the answer, but I repeat, "life is an irony", when I wanted it the most, the same destiny I separate from you, then leave all color, aroma, ma nías, places that reminded me of you, when I supposed that I had already overcome you, the same time it was called to hit me, you were just there that passed the street, and my chest hurt, it was my heart that called to you screaming, you could forget a day, that once a week, or a month, but always end remembering that you are my first love.