This strange measure of pain hyperinmaturity of the word his constant danger often became sumptuously picky sometimes bitter fruits of the fleshy tongue To die is to play with time and the space and to mature is to play with time and the space this maturation necessary to arrive at death and to linger is to flirt with the edges of existence. By Carlos del Puente
domingo, noviembre 10, 2024This strange measure of pain hyperinmaturity of the word his constant danger often became sumptuously picky sometimes bitter fruits of the fleshy tongue To die is to play with time and the space and to mature is to play with time and the space this maturation necessary to arrive at death and to linger is to flirt with the edges of existence, to taste the fleeting essence of moments like nectar from the forbidden flower. Each encounter, a new shade of sorrow, each joy a reflection, flickering against the canvas of oblivion. Time folds upon itself, whispering secrets to those brave enough to listen. But what is bravery if not the art of facing unvarnished truths? The tension between the ephemeral and the eternal coalesces, forming an intricate tapestry that beckons us closer, urging the weary heart to thrum in rhythm with the universe's unrelenting pulse, inviting reflection before the final ascent. In this dance of shadows and light we find our place, each heartbeat a testament to our impermanence. We chase the echoes of laughter that fade like daylight, yet clutched in our hands is the possibility of connection. We are but stardust wandering through the corridors of time, seeking out the fragments that define us. In the silence that follows a laughter shared we uncover the gentle reminder that our stories intertwine, woven in the delicate fabric of existence, urging us to embrace the falling leaves of our past while nurturing the blossoms of tomorrow. In every passing moment lies the potential for transformation, a reminder that change is the only constant in this fragile world. We gather these fragments like treasures, each one a lesson encoded in the language of experience. As we scrabble for meaning amidst the chaos, we discover that within our vulnerability lies strength, and in our solitude, the echoes of others’ dreams. The universe provides a canvas both vast and intimate, urging us to paint boldly, to create with the vibrancy of our hopes, for it is in this artistry of existence that we find our true selves reflected back at us. As the sun dips below the horizon we are left with the afterglow a reminder that endings are but a prelude to new beginnings. We stand on the precipice of possibility clutching the tendrils of our desires like fragile threads weaving through the fabric of fate. In this moment of twilight we embrace the uncertainty the exhilarating dance between risk and reward. Each choice a brushstroke painting our destiny a narrative that unfolds in whispers and crescendos beckoning us to move forward into the unknown where every heartbeat becomes a call to adventure and the journey transforms into our greatest masterpiece. The stars above blink in recognition as if winking at our resolve reminding us that even in darkness there is light waiting to be discovered. With each step we take the paths unfurl beneath our feet a mosaic of past regrets and future hopes intertwining. We are the architects of our own tomorrows the alchemists of our dreams forging meaning from the ashes of what once was. And as we gaze into the abyss of the unknown we find not fear but a spark of wonder a beckoning voice urging us to dive deeper to plunge into the depths of our potential where the real alchemy takes place. Here, in the intertwining shadows and glimmers of hope, we begin to recognize that growth demands both surrender and resilience. Each moment, a choice to embrace the wild beauty of existence, blossoms into opportunities that hang like ripe fruit on the branches of our lives. We learn to dance with our fears, crafting courage from the chaos, and in our pursuit of wholeness we unlock the gates to wisdom. The horizon stretches endlessly before us a reminder that the journey is not merely about reaching destinations but about savoring the entire spectrum of our experiences. In the quiet moments between breaths we find clarity the subtle shift in perspective that reveals the extraordinary within the ordinary. Each sunrise offers a blank slate a chance to redefine our paths and gather strength from the lessons stayed inscribed in our hearts. We stand beneath the sky painted with possibility inviting us to shed the weight of yesterday’s shadows and knot our aspirations into constellations of hope. As we venture forward we carry the essence of our shared humanity connecting the dots of existence into a magnificent constellation where every soul adds a unique note to the symphony of life’s grand melody.
By Carlos del Puente
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