A purpose. Everything has a purpose.
Pleased with the creation, God lied bellow the shadow of a leafy cedar.
“Lord, you brought me here to irradiate light to your kingdom, casting away the darkness for who will come after,” said the Sun.
“You know my wishes,” said God with deep voice. “You will be the inexhaustible light, that will leave its print in the shadow of the man that walk the day.”
My father told me that story, that was told to him by the eldest man in earth. Like him, I believe that the man has a purpose, an entrustment assigned by God to every one of us.
Seguir leyendo “Innocence”
Day after day, a woman—that barely reaches forty—limps the sidewalk outside my job in round trip. First below the morning sunbeams. The second time carrying her parcels below the burning sun at the zenith.
Time ago she wandered rocking on her quad cane, taking a rest each hundred steps to catch her breath below a leafy tree or a rain-sheltering marquee.
Later, an impatient Chihuahua joined her pilgrimage running and stopping at intervals waiting for its master to catch up. One day, the impetuous little dog pulled her with the strength needed to call everybody’s attention, but in her case, was more than enough to tumble. Unable to stand by herself, she waited until a good Samaritan came into her aid in response of the dog’s barks.
Seguir leyendo “Step-by-step marathon”
While SpongeBob sleeps, Gary, his snail pet notices his food bowl is empty. So, he slithers up to the diving board, jumps off, and starts to lick SpongeBob, who giggles and wakes up.
“Gary! What are you doing!?” Says SpongeBob.
“Meow” Answers Gary.
“Oh my gosh! Your bowl is empty! Not to worry, Gare-gare! Food is on the way, faster than you can say organic!” Sponge bob rushes to get food.
Seguir leyendo “SpongeBob and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse”
It’s getting dark. The sun has already gone, the wind turns cold, and the once-white clouds become dark, illuminated at a distance by bolts of lightning that make the sea turn angry, wild, and furious. An uncontrollable force of nature smashes against the wooden poles of the quay I am standing on, the waves shaped like hands trying to sink everything, to drown everyone. But beneath that mayhem there are calm waters, darker and more peaceful with each descending foot. Seguir leyendo “The first breath”
Do you feel lonely?
At the beginning there was the earth as an inert mass floating in the immensity of the universe. From millions of planets in our galaxy this tiny ball with nothing in particular was the only one capable of reunite the conditions to cherish the greatest miracle. Seguir leyendo “Do you feel lonely?”
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was a color—red. Red represents life and death, both united in the same space, a drop of blood, enough to create a new life, enough to bring death and pain as soon as we realize we are not immortals. Seguir leyendo “In the beginning”
Hero or Tyrant? A very thin line divides the two, one next to the other sometimes can be the same.
The only registries of our existence in this world are the archives of history, but even history it’s written by men, and mankind is subjective and capricious. Many of the greatest artists the world has known, lived an infamous life misunderstood by the society of their time and died in the anonymity, just for some centuries later the people could say “We were wrong.” Seguir leyendo “Hero or Tyrant?”
Five poker cards are lying facedown on a wood table. I take them and slowly peek at them. The first one is a jack of hearts, the second one is a joker, and the third one is… a joker also. With a strange feeling moving up my spine I unveil the two remaining cards: two more jokers. I put them back and turn to the other players. Seguir leyendo “The Joker”
Before the Dawn of Civilization there was violence, in its more tangible form—War. Some people believe that human being is inherently violent, and human temperament is a reflection of our repressed animal instincts in our process of domestication. Seguir leyendo “It’s MINE”
Even when we live our ordinary lives immersed in it, human society it’s complex to understand: it’s difficult to grasp where the individual finishes and the collective begins. But, it’s even harder to find ourselves as an individuals within the boundaries of totality. We don’t know certainly if society it’s the addition of individual efforts, or the individual it’s the product of the society in which is immersed. In other words, when I desire something, how to know if this impulse was genuinely generated by my inner being, or because of the influence of the environment? Seguir leyendo “The individual”