The fight is to the end.

"Really, I have to admit that for a mother waiting such a long time at a line, it's very difficult!"
"What do you mean, mum?"

"Umh, I mean that... That parents have to love their children, right?"

"Yes... That's it".

This was not a mother who slept with her children outside the venue. Neither one of those parents who wore a t-shirt from the band and watched the concert next to their children.

It was just a mother who was also a child, and certainly remembered that any children or teenager has dreams, and illusions, and its own tastes. A mother who affectionately remained on the big line for the concert, next to her daughter and her friends until they get inside the venue.

Unfortunately, unlike this mother, there are other ones less conscientuous, and because of naivety or ignorance, they don't know how to put limits on their children, seeming that they're the ones who incite more and more all that fanaticism.

Yes, it's true, there is much hysteria.

Yes, it's true that they're a band of kids with a weird style, and they're not excellent musicians making extreme quality music.

And yes, they probably won't survive a few more years.

But whether you like or not, they are four kids on a stage spreading magic around the world.

As a National Football Team, as an employees manifestation, as a parade defending the Animal Rights, as any other group with a common goal, these four young musicians, can amazingly unite thousands and thousands of teenagers all over the world, without vices or evilness, just full of dream, illusions and a bit of rebellion. And is it legitimate to forbid that to a children or teenager?

Later, maybe they'll remember and make fun of it, maybe they'll cry missing all this, or maybe they'll talk about their platonic loves and madness moments to their children or grandchildren.

But today they live like this, inconsequently stuck into something that gives them pleasure and makes them discovering themselves in the middle of interlaced feelings, little by little revealed.

And who doesn't need something to help supporting its days and give some sense to life?

My girls, I really have to admit that I miss you so much. Something tells me that we're going to repeat those moments, those nights and all the time we've been together soon, so soon.

I don't know a date, I don't really know when will we do it, but we haven't been waiting so long to get nothing, right?
We gotta fight until our faith fades away.
We gotta support us until the end of time.
And I know we'll always smile because we've been there, with them, together.
Doesn't matter the distance, doesn't matter how much we have to climb until we finally find the top of the mountain.
The only thing which really matters is that we will surely live this all again, we'll keep dreaming through somehow.
Let's dodge all the potholes we find because the fight is to the end.

Thanks for that April 5th.