Destiny is played in a glass of wine. Life is the path of today and now. At a moment's time, eternity is won or lost.  The decision can be to plant a seed or to cut a flower.

 Life is the sun of today, it is neither the sun of yesterday nor  tomorrow's because reality happens today. We can let the clouds pass by. We can see the coming and going of the waves but we cannot forget about the calling of our destiny. We can form a path. We can fulfill a destiny. We can make our life out of the whole life or we can be like the desert, that never gave anything and that never will give anything. Life is outlined in a glass of wine for its taste, for its aroma, for its color.

All this means to fulfill the desire of the heart, that does not go on beating just because is alive but because it wants to live more.  Everything will come to an end, destiny will die, if it delays its decision. Just as if it would never have been born. The mouth is washed in a glass of wine, in a sweet or bitter destiny. Bitter as loneliness. There is no courage in the coward who only looks and contemplates. Risks must be taken in life because when is not well lived, is as nothing. Nevertheless, it is as the anguish of wanting to, and at the same time, knowing that everything that was done is just being useless.