Fly

something appeared. A sparkle of hope. I love not only when those sparkles appears but also the smiles that are drawn in our faces. And when the power to keep on fighting for it is alive inside of me.







(I´ve decided to see the sparkle in every person I meet, in every story, in every single song, in everything I have, in every moment I live. In every step.
T.)



El día le irá pudiendo poco a poco al frio
creo que he visto una luz al otro lado del río
Sobretodo creo que no todo esta perdido
tanta lágrima, tanta lágrima y yo soy un vaso vacío.