Short story by Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
“Every passion will take you to the place you cannot escape from”the Messenger
How does a messenger choose you? when most of the time it is supposed to be the other way around … what I can say is that someone who chooses for you is dedicated to launching messages that only you can decipher.
How does a messenger choose you? When is easier most that be in another way around … What I can say is that someone who chooses for you, is dedicated to launching messages that only you can decipher.
-Well, I offer you a small lamp, if you need it, it will be near you.
-No, I told you blindly and that’s what I propose to do.
At some point in history, we will know who makes up this dialogue, now we are going to enter that mysterious space where one of the characters has decided to grope:
In this search, I go blind, it is more I confess that I do not intend to appear through the portal that gave me signals on some occasions.
Under the lurk of the ounce, with fear in the soul and at the same time that itch that tells you that you have entered a unique and definitive adventure, followed the path that no one would have understood in their right mind, or their worldly responsibilities.
Later, the flight of the condor served as a shadow, throughout that journey he carried in his soul the spirit of the winged feet, not because he had decided, simply because it was the dictates of his heart and he had finally met the soul that belonged to him. projected.
Recognizing puzzles in sowing time, understanding the time of all the rains was his skill, but he never forgot the spirit that was chasing him and that he was willing to reach as it was and in the time it will take him to achieve it.
Along the way he met those people who can be diluted from memory like watercolor strokes, also those who form a detailed image in the first strokes, those who do not fade over time, and the others, who are like the Layers of paint that you place and become a definitive oil where the colors give atmosphere to the memory and remain in your soul and your senses.
His time has come, I enjoy the trip, he rooted himself in the field of the majestic magic of the being with the winged feet and like the thin smoke he made a trip that apparently would be his last but it was not.
There is a journey to conclude and another to begin and that is what life is about, we go from one place to other spinning stories and defining sunrises, it only remains to go through the shadows to understand the value of the light that transforms us, we are the memory that is transformed into the layers of the canvas itself and fades over time.
Our thinking is tied to that of thousands who think and feel similar to us, we are then the layer of colour that covers the collective thought of the past and transforms it into something different in the present.
Author´s photo: “I go blind”