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?
There is a destiny or perhaps we create that destiny, because it is not what we have to live but what we do to continue living. Creating my own destiny and destined to create it as well, creating life within myself.