The days are passing in a strange feeling.I know they are the passionate,pure days of youthfulness,but some times,in spite of my happiness and delight,I can't help feeling that I'm so despaired.I don't know what happens in me,but I just feel that all my energy and hope is being sucked out of my body,and nature.How is it possible that one both feels happiness and sorrow?Sometimes I just feel as if I want to leave everything behind of me,and start a journey with no specific destination to pass every thing,see people,know their story,but never never approach them be with them,to be alone the whole life,to smell the meadows,taste the freedom of the wind,touch the freshness of the frost,to breath as each breath of mine is the first wish I could be born again every day,I wish I could sing like the birds, spread warmness,and peace like the sun,and calmness,like the moon,and dream like the shooting star's I just come to dream about them again,I really really wish I could stop living here,and leave all the people I know,and start exploring the new,immense lands of being amazed by the fascinating universe know it's only a dream,but I do wish that it could come true.