Destiny, an unknown follower, accompanies the human step until the moment that it’ll intervene as an invisible director to lead him to fulfill the mission for which he has been assigned.

There is a moment that may have a special meaning for you. It is a monument of yours in the time that you will remember and honor. You do not need to share it to get more value. As long as there is a record in your life. An additional motivation for the tomorrow you dream of and chase. Completing the endeavor is a success but the outcome is not up to you. But you lived and remember many small or big hours in this new journey of yours. You carried the story you gave birth to from the first image and lived through it in a slow pregnancy process that lasted for years. You were not afraid to let it enter your real life. It became your gateway, available to transport you to a world that came alive every time you visited. You slept many nights like someone else who came to your bed through the same gate. You put aside your own problems to give him your attention. The plot envelops you, distorting the real time to visit the season that comes to life on the stage of your heroes. And that moment comes, with a punctuation mark to end. You are the only witness and parent. You put in the effort, expecting the hard cover to embrace them. You are happy. You discover that you are alive when every time a fire well hidden inside you throws sparks in the new story.

Voices are disturbing. There is no peace. Where most of the people frequent.

Great feat. Personal victories. They lovingly crown the difficult road.

Sunny days. You enjoy. Random communication bathes you in the light.

Time embraces questions to decide who will baptize protagonists with its answers.

You walk next to the joy. You find the courage to get closer. You are dressed with the most beautiful role. To be happy.

You are traveling. Without looking for the fire. A tourist. You devote time. You live free. Away from shadows, you discover the new light.

The heart can not stand for long the lack of the image that makes it beat loudly.