Even though I was already well on my way in my quest, I must admit that this connection was like a mainsail in this inner journey—but today, it is high time to furl it and drop anchor…
You infuse my dreams like the Universe, shaping the clay of my days, but the ether is not the Earth... And when I crave words of cotton, sun, and sugar, you offer me your frozen lips of fear. Above all, there is this silent and untimely shadow that suddenly appears and disturbs my angel... Do not return to my dreams as a lie if you do not bring with you the key to the bygone years
Returning to my sacred mountain, I find myself in its oceans of undergrowth, losing my superego forever—like an ancient Native American, a shepherd cherished and celebrated by subtle, living beings whose sole purpose is to embrace the eternity of love and beauty nestled in every fleeting moment of life.
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