I have discussed my relationship with time

I still do not know if time is my friend or foe

When I was a child I wanted to be an adult and complained about my short life

I wanted to be older

Now that I'm not a kid I sometimes complain that time goes too fast and does not allow me to do what I like

I also see marks on my face and on my body and I do not complain

I see time as an ally when I realize my maturity

But I get upset with time when I realize that I'm moving away from the time I had my son here

I try to hold on to the faith and to think about the shortest time left for our reunion in heaven

Time does not stop

No matter how I look at it

He already passed while I was writing this text

Time is like a tsunami that drags and everything changes

I wish I had more time here with my son

But the time I had was enough to be happy, to live, to dream and to suffer

After all, this is life.

And everything in life seems to have its time:

The time of God