it´s time to say goodbye .

Sometimes everyone clings stupidly to feelings, moments and bygone days, building on them a distorted and nonfunctional present that doesn't fulfill her, hurts her and gnaws at her soul.

Sometimes anyone settles for that present and doesn't dream about a tomorrow 'cause this is the only way to preserve a past should have been closed but she clings fiercely. And she doesn't realize this situation is undermining her foundations and is turning her into someone incapable of looking ahead and smiling.

And she starts to withdraw into herself, living in her shadows and forgetting there is a world out there, the sun still rises every morning, the grass smells freshly when you cut it, landscapes are still going through the window, heart -even if she feels it broken- is still beating, 60 per minute, and blood keeps pumping ...

Until she loses her North and doesn't know who or even if she is, and it doesn't make any different if days, hours or seasons pass. She starts to feel her face anesthetized for keeping a perennial smile she doesn't feel inside her and is as false as her words every time she says she's okay.

Then, just when she had already resigned, inside her a spark lights, without a clear reason, and everything changes.

And she is able to see the sun rising every morning without comparing it with another bygone dawns, think about present without trembling and conceive the idea of​ a future even if she cannot imagine it yet.

And finally she understands its time to say goodbye. And also time to say hello...