On the sidewalk of life, we wait for the caravans of days to pass by, waving to us from afar, and small pieces of our time are presented, and the leaves of the hours fall.. On the sidewalk of life, colorful, warm, cold, painful, and joyful memories pass before us. We extend our hands to grab crumbs of happiness that departed in its corners and will not return after life has let down its golden braids on the shoulder of the silent blue present in its slumber that has extended for decades.. On the sidewalk of life, people passed by us with stories that memory tells about their fingerprints on the walls of the heart, and they still support our heads that sway with the winds of patience.. On the sidewalk of life, flocks of people passed by us, flying in the sky of our lives, then departed and retreated behind the clouds of dark oblivion