Sometimes we choose
our adventures,
without knowing certainly
the path or direction…

A force pushes us
blindly…
and we can not deny its rigor…

You can call us crazy,
daring or thoughtless,
but what would have happened to our lives…
if we had said…no?

Choose your fate well,
and listen often to your voice,
that sometimes speaks to you screaming…
and you despise its cry…

Trains that change roads,
ways that narrow your unreason…
One-way platforms,
single-heart stations.

Destinies…