Omnem crede diem tibi supremum

I broke my scores some time ago and I'm starting to build my own symphony in which the chords only are impulses and the notes are desires, mistakes, sadnesses, passions, sins...
I can affirm without fear that it's mine, and while I have wings, I'll fly, will lose of sight my bounds and run without a fixed course, without worrying what I leave behind me and having only in mind what could come because...the life is short and I've meant to move quickly.