“In your memories rooted in the history that you are, there will always be the soul of the person who made you happy, who helped you to be who you are and put his hand to help you walk”The Messenger
By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
The community of Human beings is a difficult path when interests and desires for possession interpose, those groups that see the other as their equal is not possible on the entire planet, we have noticed that beings with differences that could turn them into enemies have now accepted be family and when everyone finally managed to sleep a few hours before the chirping of the birds in the presence of dawn will encourage them to continue their lives.
The analogy with the name Erandi is interesting since she is precisely the one who represents sunrise and for each of the 8 castaways who have ceased to be, their lives are definitely new dawn.
But today we return to the continent that is not yet known to them, one of the places close to what would be the route of spices, the reason is simple; Hora begins to remember and feel the aroma of roses near him, at that precise moment he realizes that a cycle in his life is about to be completed, there is little left for that to happen and the aroma awakens him and fills him with nostalgia and tenderness to the same time.
That rose bush that he left in his native land, has managed to make him remember that he is still living and if it is not physically it does it for him, it is definite that he will not see it again but the aroma will stay, be present in the senses of Hora until the day his life comes to an end.
Hora knows perfectly well that he does not have seeds to plant rose bushes, he wonders how to get them, in the end, he realizes that in the place where he is, his path must go ahead and he would not have time to grow a rose bush and take care of it as he did on the site. where he lived.
The aroma covers him with her presence and then he realizes that he does not need to plant roses, especially when the one he loved the most will always be with him and forever; he wipes away his tears that are a mixture of happiness and nostalgia and continues on his way, enveloped by the scent of roses that reminds him that soon one more year of life will come for him.
Your life is made of moments, of small memories and many times they are mixed with others to remind you how fragile you can be.
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