Then i realize, in the woods,
Life its a movie,
Its a film,
It's what you make of it,
What you choose to do,

What you choose to live,
Surreal the most of the times,
Things that you didn't imagine happens,
Still i have to find something else,
But for know,
I know what is,
It's a mirror thst only shows what's infront,
Never the back or the after, always in front what's going.

Then, i wonder, what am i suppose to do with all my memories?

Where else can i put them?
So beautiful, so unic, so terribily good,

I still ask to know where they go.

Cause my life, like every otherd lifes,
Is all we have,
So fragile and unic, irremediable, efimeral, and sadly and happily, short...

The life as i know it.