RESISTENCIA A LA LUZ

Who ever came up with the idea of being incomplete? Yet here we are, in the same boat. While the roots remains flexible they hold a firm grip on rock and matter. Cloud filled skies keeps bringing life over barren lands. Vapor and wind, collaborating symbiosis of millennia. And there you stand, a small giant, knowing less of what to come than where you came from. Let it happen, let it all tip over. Colors and shades invisible to the naked eye radiates with a spectrum of choice and metaphorical precision. In the desolate space of free range, a light fastness transforms your being from dust to mind, and to dust again. Let it all happen, repeat and go again.

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