Finiteness...like white

Painting our destiny.

Without pain, without passion.

Only a white color I painted my destiny.

Today, my only pleasure is see my destiny passing by the simply destiny line to other destinies.

Only because it is possible, because I dont have fear to the unexpected things.

 I have inside me one irreparable heart, one miserable heart that makes no sense and puts me inside out, makes me happy or sad if it wants...

...and if you want too.