The life

A golden carpet made of patches, bumps, ups and downs. This is our existence, that surprises us, sometimes it lulls us and other scares us with its difficulties, slowing down and stopping for a moment on our journey. But to cover the wounds of those pains, those contingencies, there is time - a fine white sand, capable of healing as a sweet sleeping the deepest wounds. The mobile sphere is our ego that walks on the life, being careful not to pass again in the wounds of the past.