Love is a simile of pain… Every now and then, love shatters uswithin our heart, in pieces of apuzzle we are incapable of fitting again until that long lost piece missing, appears, enters your life and, without knowing how, you are fulfilled again. I am called Daniel and I learnt the feeling when your heart is crushed and at the same time, the happiness thanks to Náyade, my child and world. Due to this, time was the only witness of my scars, and when I thought I was going down again, love held me to teach me, once again, to be strong. My history is part of life, and life is no hallway of roses. There was a time that, for me, all was a chaos of events which almost cracked me, cause hell broke lose and wanted to tear apart me from what the love of a father means.
