A miricale, a true wonder alltogeter in a word, we live the life at the full potențial.

It is may, quite a month… Not to worm, not to cold just in the balance… But is there light? You bet it is, plenty as we speak loud and clear just like that star in Sky called Sun. I am glad, perhaps… Why not, but not so onto the surface. Yesterday the rain, and the wind was a bliss… Tiny little drops from heavean droping into the wind like a dust into night desert.

Mhm, I need some joy, some happines into my life but the probleme is If I deservet this kind of thing…