“Nothing arises in solitude, all roads lead us to other beings that converge with your ideals and dreams”
By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
At the moment that the man from the south understood that his passage through the world needed being part of something greater his life was transformed, he visualized in that figure that was flying at ground level the messenger of something he did not understand …
There are times when we need to isolate ourselves to understand the veracity of what surrounds us or disengage in the midst of deception He looked up and realized that the huge bird with shadowed wings was following in his footsteps in the immensity of the sky, encouraging the male to continue towards a rugged vision of mountains that just by looking at them caused him fear and amazement.
Nothing is more ferocious in the immense sky than the life that is shown before your eyes with all the magic of the unknown, in it you can find deep abysses of bewilderment and at the same time with the fabulous reality of all your dreams.
The hours passed and the afternoon spread scorchingly in the immensity of that vastness, the mountain peaks had white tones as if trying to imitate the white of the graceful clouds that formed in the whole environment, the man took the rock in front of him, as one who He frankly greets another being, he recognized that his materials were different and the rock would be a challenge to overcome, not the hand of a friend to whom help is offered, the rock did not embrace his hand, he remained silent and rude, waiting for the man to adapt to their forms.
Without hesitation, she took the first step and felt the dense and aggressive wind, but he took it as the only greeting that this immense mountain could offer him, her rudeness was the only thing she knew and that was enough for her to continue on her way, there was no to be discouraged, if you are a rock, you will not be something else, it will not be possible. For the man of the South to mold himself and find strategies if it was possible, it definitely was.
The next rock crumbled a bit in his hands, but the daring male-only smiled and exclaimed:
<Give me reasons not to believe you, hold my breath not to follow you. I am a fool and you will not be able to do anything to prevent my path, I can assure you>
At the top, he observed that his condor friend was lost in the immensity of the night, possibly he would find himself again in the heights and perhaps the same thing would happen as With that kind ounce, perhaps the daring adventurer would leave behind those who remain in an area because they can live in peace and joy there.
He thought of the figure of that birdman, or angel floating without touching the ground, imagined him as the most encouraging figure now that he was in the middle of heaven and earth, deftly climbing the rough skin of the rock.
In another part of the immense Painani continent she prepares her legs for a virtuous race, the terrain is once again friendly and smooth, the sands that show her what we know as the Pacific coast, allow her to advance towards the site where the lord of the days that she recognizes as Tonatiuh and says to herself:
<I am on your borders, Lord of the South, with your light I can observe my path for a few hours and it will be my destiny to follow your light.>
Erandi visited the skywatchers that day and she recognized that many of them were capable of measuring and understanding what she recognized: The belly of the Goddess of the temple was much more than the mythical image of a mystery, it was the exclamation that the most fabulous of certainties shouted at them. A silent and daring cry that many were silent and understood.
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