Repeating a little time, life progressed with its chain reaction, supported by an episode that seemed to erupt even with remembrance laughter, grasping at the paper in the city. I just want to be laughing, its moments when the past waved and greeted me are important, the pleasure of twirling the iron bars, the slowing movement, the drink dampening my throat and the pleasant emotion in my body. I can't wait for the day to end, just to paint it strongly in my heart to love this break. I don't know how to draw anything, just be serious.