The history of an ordinary person

A person is born in order to create a history,a person dies for being able to be told its history.

Sometimes the life,as it brands, hits chines and explodes in thousand drops. Useless to chase them all! To collect of at least one is the only hope.

Consumed in the moment, without to lose you in whom it is happened.it seems sometimes that we age goes quickly but is not thus.

The time walks flat in our life but we are we make that it to pass without to use it. To take or to leave. Everyone is what it is.