forever but we know that one day it ends, life goes until the end, thousands of days crashing one after the other, there is nothing left of what was, only the memory can mentally recreate a passage closed a long time ago, sometimes just one hour, one minute, one second to switch to after, is not possible to return before the boundary is crossed, it must grow, I don't have  ten years since long and when I think to that time,  I see a little boy playing cowboys and Indians without knowing what the Indians have suffered, knowing take the innocence away, you know you can not fly or you can not breathe underwater, is the problem of the human, when he goes to school he no longer believes in Santa Claus, he gives the impression that he may act alone, but someday he will realize that with age everything he has learned does not allow him to understand the end, there is the belief in the divine that opens the possibility of being in peace, so pray together, I salute you mayor, full of grace, that grace be with you, and go after because what matters is the movement, forward march