My prickly rose, bleed the one who touches it

First day.

"The sparckle of your voice keeps up awaken the angel who is still hidden in the clouds. Heaven is his prision, why don't you go up to pick him up?"

Sometimes is hard to breathe, 'cause all is ephemeral. And the days pass without bringing you anything. And someones leave, and others will came. And we all know that we don't miss something even we don't have it. But we haven't learnt how to apply it. But anyway, does life go on? Then that's all we have. Only go on for the good things. You must live for something, and you must die for something, even it is the same thing. As long as we have tranquility, the rest doesn't matter. As long we have hope, the rest doesn't matter. As long we have illusion, the rest doesn't matter. It's hard to think that life is sad... and live it at the same time. And at the same time, leave it is harder. And when silence is all... Darkness is mistery, and mistery is all that we want to discover. There are still things to do. For all the sad and human pain, and for all the love and hope, for all that we still have and we wish to find...

Dedicated to all we miss.