Life covered my face with wrinkles. I just call them "paths of time". Traces of pain, sadness and tears, lost love, from heavy sections... Traces of breathtaking moments, when out of love I poured the purest. How many times I wanted to stop them! Man is born to be happy... I'm different now...My hair is silver... I realize that my essence is mortal... Paths of time live in me. But there is no path to go back...
