My mind does not follow in my footsteps and so I end up in the back small yard. Where the moon illuminates the sky, where silence prevails and where no one can disturb me. I think about the day that has passed and I smile unconsciously. The point is that we spend most of our lives in fear of what will happen to us, what we will suffer in the future. Where the clocks of our clock stop, the world freezes and we are mere spectators of yesterday.