Once upon a time these ideas about systems, about the multiple and experiences ... these ideas that invite us to think that we know little about what will happen, we know little about the influences, dependencies and what eventually determines the course of events, the feelings of our steps ...
Near the great cycle of change, I come to the land on which the mother is not reborn yet, but it barely colors express the first part of the way ... and about the great cycle of change, I attended a couple of days that concentrated so many versions of the human, reflecting the presence of the white hand and hand Ñuke black ... These days, survival, death ... surprise, the struggle to protect our ... the struggle to stay in the loving spirit, the privilege of meeting and receiving, beautiful stories of life, those that make me feel again admiration for these forms of human being, full of faith, pain and anger in love ... full of faith ...
lines ago my father shared with the two words that seem to symbolize the power base in which I learned to live ... My guild does a dance in two measures: strength and heart, with its interludes of all colors, and live with strength and heart ... And so, these days there have been death, abandonment, friendship, intellect, emotions, solidarity, anger, misunderstanding, souvenirs and travel ... Now begins the journey ...
These ideas seemed to transgress systems science and their gods when they said that since many universes, even since the more adverse it may be possible to dance, think and create ... I felt a smile on my face, beautiful images flooding my mind and a little scare closer to my heart ... the shock of that could not be, that the attempt was not enough ...
And maybe it is not, perhaps the key is not in our attempts to do something or drawing our arrows ... may be getting more of our energy collected and dancing, in a meeting at the soul, to assist the ongoing miracle that is the hope in the midst of death ... this dance energy, which fills me tonight, this energy returning to your beautiful music seed origin ... I feel inside of me dancing, dancing in bars ....
Since my skin so sensitive now, so moved by the voices of these new companions, new mother emanate this consciousness: Thus, even at the edges of horror, it seems be room for the miracle, I know little about how heavy will this magic happened .. I only know that I know, I've heard their stories and seen more infants sneak their feelings .... I have seen the elves still hug the shore in the afternoon, amid the missiles, the abandonment and the desert ... I know them in their struggles, their smiles of drinks, songs pulmóny all the dreams of stars ... With wet eyes I smile, I take my desires for the trip ... with moist eyes, I thank you, and I offer my admiration, and I believe in you, my little fish and see a beautiful future for you, a greatness of soul ... an energy dance ... you know, us ... STRENGTH AND HEART
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