“There are both, happy and sad days. Sometimes when I woke up, there’s that shiny, shiny sun outside. There’s such a fresh air which seems to sing among the birds. But some days, are as blue as the deepest sea and even the soft breeze, pokes my skin.
Somehow I’ve loose control of which kind of day is going to come, some weeks are entirely blue, some are mixed days, but I’m sure, the day will arrive, and probably i won´t realize about it, when suddenly blue days are going to be gone. That’s why I still wake up every morning, because of there is still hope.”