There is no day more beautiful than today.



The sum of many yesterdays makes up my

past.

My past is composed of memories,

some happy ... some sad.

Some are photographed and are now

nothing but paper,

papers where I can see myself when

I was little,

where my parents are still together.

where my city seems like another.



Yesterday could've been a gorgeous day ...

... But, could I go on constantly

Looking behind, missing the faces of

those marching with me?



Could tomorrow be even a more

beautiful day? But could I go on

only looking at the horizon, missing

the nature that opens up around me?

No! that is why I like today better

TODAY I'm alive ...

Like you!