beyond the darkness of death

Publicado por Patricio Varsariah el jueves, febrero 4, 2016

Today I want to tell you a sweet fable or story it helps to have hope, beyond the darkness of death we have instilled in this sick society of conflicting religions.

"In the womb of a pregnant woman were two babies. One asks the other: 'Your believe in life after birth?

- Of course. Something must exist after delivery. Maybe we're here because we need to prepare for what we will be later.

- Silly stuff! There is no life after birth. What would that life?

- I do not know ... but surely there will be more light here. Maybe we walk with our own feet and we nurture through the mouth.

- That's absurd! Walking is impossible. And eat by mouth? That's ridiculous! The umbilical cord is where we eat. I tell you one thing: life after childbirth is excluded. The umbilical cord is too short.

- Well, I think there must be something. And maybe it's just a little different from what we are used to here.

- But no one has ever come back from the beyond, after delivery. Delivery is the end of life. And after all, life is nothing but a harrowing existence in the darkness that leads nowhere.

- Well, I do not know exactly how it will be after delivery, but surely we will see her mom and take care of us.

- Mom? Do you believe in Mom? And where is it you think?

- Where? All around us! On her and through her is how we live. Without it, this whole world would not exist.

- Well, I do not think so! I've never seen Mama, therefore, it is logical that there is.

- Well, but sometimes when we are silent, you can hear her singing or feel caresses our world. You know ... I think there is a real life that awaits us and we are only now preparing for her ... "

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I do not know where in the world you will not even know if you exist. But I am excited to think that at some point someone will open your computer and come here to these letters. He read it and know that it is written for: Man or woman, young or old ... so what? I write these lines to someone who knows what it is to feel alone or lonely. These cards are for someone who needs a hug or afraid. A person who has seen some morning clear their mistakes and their consequences. Someone in the desire to be otherwise always stumble on the same stone, that surprises us because it is part of what we really are, even if not suspect. I write to discover who frequently excited / or with the heart spinning like a pinwheel wish but this hopeful recognize where the wind comes from.

Someone well understood that some days the world is very short and others imprisons his shadow, know also comprise heavy and leaden days when we are stuck, without direction or course and we need someone on our side grip the wheel. It is recognized in that effort rowing, paddling and rowing again until land appears on the horizon. These charts are for those who feel all that and more but do not dare leave the soul to hear those rhythms in samba.

You see, friend, stranger still, I was thinking how beautiful it would be that everyone else would have written a letter or a poem dedicated, inspired by it, created by its mere existence. And that all people sense that someone else would be remembered with affection, and not the most beautiful thing you have shown, but still having taught the monster that also house. The reason for these cards is you. You will not be one / or those who refer this following saying: "NOBODY IS MORE THAN ONE WHO ALONE HAS NEVER RECEIVED A LETTER"

My goal: to live is to live with all illusion, as high-flying balloon. Spotting the view from the top, appreciating the beauty beneath my feet, carefully observing everything my way, so no one hurt me. Just so I can feel free, like the moon loves the sea, and the air in your eyes, as the land under the sun. My dream is a world of feelings, the sorrows, laughing, crying, smiles, is the most certain way.