when I get old

...and one day i only stare at their little chubby faces and they make me smile.

things in life start sometimes fast and brutal, and some times soft and calm. many times the start is full of joy and cheering, and when the end comes it's so sad and dark, specially when it comes together with pain and suffering, and the things left behind are so tender, so alive.

the day goes long when the evening receives the moonshine, and our thoughts move along to the table celebrating rituals we never shared before, then opposite to day, the night goes short so soon followed by another frantic day jumping around, sweating and breathing heavily.

and in the beginning, and yet at the end we are by ourselves. and the things we feel nobody else does, and those moments are when we become our true selves. how i wish i could go back to the age or innocence, when i could fly in the wind between pyramids and talk about "when I get old".