What is time – the measure of hopeless.
Us human tend to believe in divinity to escape responsibility. We tend to say we are lucky and bright future awaits us.

I was walking the streets yesterday night. Walk a good friend home, and decide to walk until my place. It was almost the middle of the night. We called it “Mahala” or ghetto in pure slang talk. Not much had changed, I was locking at myself, all dressed up in costume and at the people having a small drink at the sidereal. What difference did I find none, just that they had loose hope. But yet again I am young and full of dreams as they were once. My dream to have a life but I am not far for them. It is I started, and it is I am still. Maybe I will succeed in accomplishing my dreams or maybe is the sidereal for me. Who knows? Success comes through compromise, and compromise kills dreams. I still can see the dirt in the road; the water gathered as the sewer could not hold it. The new rich house next to old houses with broken fences. There are people that only hope to live and do not dare to dream they cannot afford it, I am just lucky.