And days when I think back on my life and there are several. But many many of them. But even then there are days where you get news from heaven. Good news for luck. But news is that you take a chair, you open it and say: Sit down and think, my son. I know those days like today. Where everything is perfect and the rain that falls there is right, otherwise the day would take a turn almost pathetic. There is also a beer to end the day with the right look. There are also the Soprano. And, therefore, is not that all these things make you think less. Indeed think even more. You get mentally thousand revolutions, you ask yourself what are you still doing here and hope that all these thoughts they fade quickly. There are times that you would be getting up from the damn chair and run to pick them up that strange fate that is still there for you, but you know that it's your turn the wheel. You know when it's your turn, will him to come to you. And then you go on living. A hope for. A desperately to find something to do. Because for one thing, on a day like this, you can not stay with our arms folded. Because if you stay still you are lost. The thoughts you invest a thousand per hour, you do not know what happens and then you start a song to calm you down, you have to pay to drink in case, and you will fight with all of yourself to make sure that those things did you take away the no. Why are your law since you were born. And now? And now it's up to you. So I congratulate you. Why did you dare to throw it, without a parachute. Why after all that you've been through shit, you deserve it. Because part of me wants to be him, hours. Why a piece of the heart that you find is the same as mine, and I'd give your soul to make changes and have the opportunity that you're having now. Because one day it will not return again. Why do you really want, not to put a piece of your life. Because if I had to choose now who will be in a future life, I want to be you.
I love you, little star ...
Now and forever.
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