today it's my first year on deviant art.
a year ago I was Argentina, 2 days before I met a new family.
a year ago I was on my destiny.

and now... now I'm back in my country,
I'm back to learn something: patience

I'm 24 years old, in few months 25.
I have an unpleasant work and I'm wasting my time somewhere not at home.

today I heard a truth: it doesn't matter to cry for someone. what's matter is when you cry for no one.

I feel far away from those I love.
I feel far away from my way
and I feel far away from my fight.
I miss my guides, I miss the trips, I miss the light.
I use to live with friends... now I'm all by myself.
I use to be an intellectual... now I'm just a pawn under orders.
I use to seize the day... now I live in a routine.

one year... just one year can change a life.
let's hope the next one will be the beginning of something great...