no return ticket ...

Publicado por Patricio Varsariah el lunes, julio 9, 2018

Time slips without leaving too many traces. Of all the elements, this is one whose absence of substance leaves him devoid of good sense. If we do not take advantage of it and apply ourselves with our five senses, the brain goes numb and that inexorable clock that accompanies our existence destroys the life that we have left. He stops writing without knowing at what moment the lucidity of the senses abandons his more classic tasks such as breathing deeply when passing through a garden, getting lost in the poetry or in the glow of a sunset.

We stop building dreams and we no longer travel with thought, in a certain way we get used to living in a trance without noticing the unfathomable twilight that surrounds us. The life is more; Time is nothing. The purpose, the commitment and the need to leave traces in this path are powerful weapons that are always there, at our disposal.

This path that I have under my foot has taught me by force of ignorance that life is hardening the soul with a touch of time and hope. To the encounter of stone, the hard feeling lengthens when in the shadows of the path you lose your hat and smile. These uncertain steps are all like the one that stretches out the arm looking for the senseless knowing emptiness and find between its fingers the traces of autumn and the flakes of a winter without the voice of spring. This path that I carry under my foot stopped being a path in the leaves of time when it stole your kisses and took away your voice and the light of your presence was left without passage.

Life is like the journey of a train whose passengers in their trajectory experience sensations and high and low experiences. Moments of clarity, darkness, anguish, happiness and much more. We are captives in this trajectory along with the substance and the troop of people who accompany us on the trip.

Some remain, others disappear, but all impact our Maison d'être in one way or another. Yes ... this life is a journey whose direction and destiny is not entirely our design, here there is no clairvoyance or intuitive knowledge. You spend your entire existence in the course of a journey where you learn to cry and laugh, learn to love and hate, to be pious or intransigent. Adventure or not, you will know the darkness of the tunnels and the green landscape of the illusions because this train is an allegory of our lives and not everything depends on us since this is a trip with a defined destination where the return ticket is not contemplated.

Patricio Varsariah.

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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.