A veces es bueno abandonarse al propio olvido como si el saber sonreir fuera más fácil que morder una fruta. Es bueno comprender que estamos hechos de recuerdos, un poco de tiempo que crece sin escucharnos y de muchas cosas que no comprendemos. A veces es bueno detenerse a contemplar la hoja que cae cuando la palabra primavera no es lo que quisiéramos que fuera. Sometimes it is good to abandon oneself to oblivion as if knowing how to smile were easier than biting a piece of fruit. It is good to understand that we are made of memories, a little time that grows without listening to us and many things that we do not understand. Sometimes it is good to stop to contemplate the falling leaf when the word spring is not what we would like it to be.