What kind of life we want by ourselves? what kind of remembers do we want to leave in this planet? Love is like a bird flying over me, flying like a little hope. Love is more than myself. Here or wherever, my spirit shouts high, hoping the someone could found it, hear it. Looking inside the slow wind or my dark mind. Life there, life here, life in the minimun part of my body. Life here, life there, wherever is life.

Love could be my shadow remembering why Am I here? Love and the necesity of have an ideal, dont be alive. Defense our life is my deep voice inside the boxes. Defense life, mine or yours, here, there where love is.