beating. Not sure what or who had brought me there, but I went.
local
The light was bright color. Aseptic and intense, as if there that color had been invented. To have no doubts. Because she was no room for doubt.
Within minutes, parched lips hardwood mercenaries wallets besieged me. It was not easy to discern if there really were people or was wandering bodies, separated from their souls by force, by the circumstances of a life that gave them opportunities.
And suddenly, as in all desert, even in the deserts of authenticity ... the oasis. A real person. Because there indeed was a person. Because I knew, I felt. With the certainty that sometimes comes from the depths of the universe and makes then know exactly who we are and what the point is our present. Someone looking at me with eyes of a person.
was it.
After a brief conversation with words that, while talking about anything, really ask, "How are you?" Succumb to the facilities of the planet that gave us directions. At which time, I know, not just two bodies came together, two souls in transit coming from vastly distant worlds were in the crossroads. For breath. To take power. To remember that the desert is not an absolute, that there is life beyond the horizon.
After the dismissal and expulsion from paradise that brief but intense, a moment so intense that had housed more sensations Hundred Years of Solitude.
A day later, I wonder: Perhaps it was all a dream? Who can know! Reality did not even know, because we have only this much as we cling to the past and the future. Perhaps dreams are just dreams, but ... Is life not?
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