The light

En un día cualquiera, un minuto cualquiera, un texto del pasado.... y todo parece que cambia, pero en realidad no cambia nada. Sólo era un eco; ni siquiera una luz.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter -tomorrow we will run faster, stretch our arms farther.... And one fine morning______
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

F.Scott Fitzgerald. The Great Gatsby.