The day I was excited to come for the first time. With whom I go, the way I go, the new year, the day when I mean a lot I mean to believe. I made the plan two months in advance and I am constantly praying for it to pass. My dearly cute little tourist village in a small restaurant this year, there will be a bi man that I have not noticed in my life for years, but now I love to die. What I do not mean is what is ordinary, it all makes sense in my life. I want to believe that the new will be more beautiful than I believe.