If the flowers wither. If the sea sea moves away from the shore. If the stars are not seen at night, it will not be because all is lost. It will be because tomorrow is another day and one flower will open its bud and will smile to the light of the day. And the sea that moved away, will be back to the beach, bringing breeze and the singing of the seagulls.

And when the night gets darker, to the point that I will not be able to see not even my hands, I will look up -where the vision of my eyes dilutes in the horizon of mystery, and a small star will shine again. And although its light will be very faint, I will believe again in its twinkling and also that all passes that sadness does not last and that happiness is awaiting us when the light arrives in the morning, when the night dies and the day smiles again.