I do not talk about certain things. Because I think when you cannot change something it doesn’t matter if you do talk or not, it will stays like that. When you decided in that way or it did happened that way the only choice is to continue. It is what it is and it was what it was, until it gets smooth. I do not know if I am explaining myself properly. All this doesn’t change the fact that can hurt, until it disappears, it is tough. Time. Every now and then…one day after another. It is a repetition of constants, it is an exercise that requires calm and control. I look in the mirror and I think: time. What it is time? Why it works this way? What about from here in ten years?