no gusta mucho pero es cierto

My tiny little, unshaped heart...

it hurts sometimes, when the sun is up high...

I learn everyday that I can't control nothing

That if I want rain it will get dark all the same.

So leaving it to random seems to be the most logical thing to do.

But this is just like being in top of a hill...

Invariably going down towards our tomb in the valley,

Every second we are closer and closer

We will arrive eventually, one way or another...

Passing by unexpected and colourful places, by difficult areas

Adventures, analysis, or just freaking thrill! we can have...

leaving a trace, maybe seeds behind, great changes that will help others

before setting foot in the valley...

Or we can have the most easy and usual path leaving nothing but trash behind...

...

(Well... at least you are biodegradable)


So it isn't just random.

KILL THE MEANINGLESS WAY OF LIFE WITH YOUR OWN HANDS!