Te recibí con un verso, con otro me despido de tí; del recuerdo de la luz de tus ojos cuando sonríes que hasta la niebla del Jurra mendi disipas, pero también también del futuro difícil que no habla, sino que susurra, predice... y falla siempre nunca ...


Imagine that to continue with your life you have to do something bad, so it might not be bad, it will be like destiny no?   Sometimes in our lives we find situations like that, were you have no choice but to continue even if you know you’re are doing wrong. And in the end, when everything passes, there is a strong feeling: sadness. At this point there are only two clear options: go back or go ahead.   Going back to fix it is not a good option, because past is like a mirror, every time you look on it, it breaks in many different parts cutting and changing and so do you. The...