Just days.
Sometimes simple, Sometimes complicated
They feed us or it´s time we need to forget.
But always teaching us something.
At the end, just merely moments of our existence.
Happening just one time in the same way.
Blinks in the universal tread.
We decide if it´s woth of remember or if is just dead time, time to forget.
With a song, a picture even a few letters, days that could mark our lives or just pass like a bitter pill.
At the end.
It´s just another day.
Tomorrow is another chance to star over...
Just days, days of our lives..
