Kronos has been a merciless god in our journey of encounters. He inexorably lets the moments run in a normal and ordinary way, being that when we are together the seconds should elapse with the extension of minutes, the minutes flow as hours, the hours are counted as days and the days are understood as weeks, the weeks they pass like months, the months pass like years and the years ... they are infinite like the centuries. Only then would I be satisfied with the time flow.