Time goes by, autumn has arrived, the road is full of color because little by little the leaves are falling from the trees, each season of the year brings with it patience and in which season of the year did love stay? Winter, spring, summer or maybe it appears in autumn, but what if patience runs out?
My grandmother used to say, live the present with a lot of intensity in your heart. I saw him for the first time with so much fear but in his eyes I could see a sea full of will to live, in his hands I felt safe, suddenly they were not cold anymore. I was happy for an instant, I hope I will not forget🦁