Мы так часто куда-то спешим, торопим время, подгоняем...

So often we are in a hurry somewhere, rushing time, driving fate. We are looking for a way out where we need to look for an entrance. Run when you need to slow down. We give up when the finish line is within reach. Silent when so much to say. We hold grudges, cherish pride. We forget the warmth of affectionate words and the healing power of hugs. Everything is not on time, everything is out of place ... But life is like a dance ... with its own melody, its own rhythm, one leads, the other leads, stumbled-caught, forgot-sent. But like any dance, it is finite and it is only for us to choose with whom to dance this tango ... tango long in life ...