My Thoughts

Por la blanda arena que lame el mar

Su pequeña huella no vuelve mas

Un sendero solo de pena y silencio llego.

I went to bed with a question, I woke up with a question, I lived every day with this question in my heart… Why? Why the struggle? Why the pain? Why the trials? Why the suffering? Why?

“If these were the last words you were to share, what would you like to be remembered for?”