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Returning once again, to the structure of what is here and now, my clear emotion starts to dance. Starts to dance, in a very crazy and mysterious way; until my everything, from one moment to another, changes completely; while the taste of all the parts that is present in my living, fill my entire atmosphere, with pride, honor and charisma.
Moreover, since then, the first word of a specific phase appears in this world, to demonstrate the strength of ourselves.
Soon after, the silence became enormous; so huge and gigantic, that turned to be, significantly overwhelming and obscure. In fact, it’s just as we have left our own hole, in order to enter again, inside the outstanding beatings of this amazing Universe.
Notwithstanding, the whole story that captures our immense reality, talks about our biggest dreams, and how much they can relate, to the Nature and Glory of the absolute Everything. Nonetheless, nothing in this planet is absurd, bay, or air, because, even in fantasy or foolish sense, our minds have the power to see the truth of what is defined as unique for the eternal youth.

When you understand that words can be fundamental bricks or gears that once conjoined with some others can create beautiful and detailed thoughts; which later on might have the potential to transcend for long eternities or even more; it is then, when your great respect towards them initiates;… as from that moment on, you will start to use them in order to understand, or to transmit with eloquence, the actions and causes that came out from certain circumstances that pass, and constantly, give thousands of laps, inside of this hesitating Life that is here and now.

The sound of nothing makes me wonder about the entire subject; subject that captures our spirit in limitless regions of what exists here, and of what will exist forever.
Nothing, nothing absolutely nothing sounds when the nature speaks or talks; except the whisper of the trees, during a peaceful walking of the wind.

The birds, clouds and many other natural things, start then, playing their part in the stupendous game, while the few men that are still inside the fascinating scenario, start understanding their role in the play. They should just be the watchers and keep silence during the event.
Silence, just silence; … silence and the beauty of course, the beauty of this marvelous music, created by the experts of harmony.
And I was there, in the middle of somewhere of this illusionary concert, trying to be part of something, trying to forget my human body, while trying to transform myself, into something that I could never describe with simple texts or adjectives.
My heavy corpse was gone, now my flying brain was present with them, singing with them, and understanding their meaning while singing with exquisite voices and pleasant sounds about the glory and life that is here inside.
So, as a man, indescribable creature, or just as a normal spirit that was able to release from its own and natural body, I can tell you, that I felt life from a very distinct perception that I was never able to see, sense or experience.

– Life happens and breaths involuntarily – friend A started
– Involuntarily?… how involuntarily could it be if it does it with such a force? – friend B replied
– Very certain you are, my brilliant mate. But what other options does it have, in order to do it or not?… just think about it my brother, despite its unquestionable magnitude and strength, Life is here because it got stocked in our tiny little world – answered back friend A
– Stocked in our tiny little world?; well, if you put it that way, it kind of sounds like a no turning back imposition to her. However, even though this might be true, I simply cannot feel sorry for her; and in fact, my dear pal, I envy her even more. Being encapsulated in a prison where she gets to be the queen, how good would that be? – commented friend B
– But still, all her “you”, all her acts, and effects, are being controlled – responded friend A
– Controlled by whom or by what?… don’t you think that’s something a bit irrelevant to answer, as most probably, at end of the day, whoever is the boss is a good friend of hers, the beautiful Life, just as you and me? – suggested friend B
– That’s very true my friend, in the mornings at work I am your boss, and I tell you what to do, but once we come here and connect with this paradise, we just forget about it and become the best friends alive – emphasized friend A
– You see my brother, Life is a simple and complicated phenomenon that doesn’t need to be understood, it just has to be enjoyed and lived with whatever we have right now in ourselves – finalized friend B

Thinking about the Great;… let´s just define the word, a five letter sound that expresses an immense, huge or gigantic something about whatever.

A Great Life, a great day, a great soul; and of course, a great journey across the entire universe;… but mostly, across the gross everything.

Great, when you say it or live it, can be defined as its exact meaning; as well as something without a name or specific definition, which has the enough characteristics, to be considered as a Great thing, vibe or subject.

Great, is for the moments, instants or seconds that teach us something relevant, so we can become someone better.
Great, is for the air that is extended in the inexplicable atmosphere; for the one that gives us a new challenge in our sceneries;… and for the little areas that make us feel inspired, moved or encouraged to do something unusual or even extraordinary.
Great, is the life that is here and now with all its seconds, acts and reflections. Great, is the present, and also it is the past; great, is what we imagine for our futures, and what we expect for our rarely race. Race that without any question, is rearranging the Cosmos´s comprehension.

Once upon a time, in the region of who knows who, named I don´t how, and on the shores of some place that nobody ever knew how to name; when a curious story, between two, almost special characters, began to emerge on a Thursday. Precisely, the day in which Doña Dolores del Alba, made her very famous Easter party, to celebrate, as every year, with her beloved “Spectrum of Spectacularity” (absolutely all the community, so absent in name, nickname or definition).

Moreover, the two characters that I am referring to, were Panchito Chito, and the dazzling Sun, that shines and shines. Panchito Chito, was the fifth child of Meldavina González and Traslúcido García de los Rosales; both of them were rural peasants of the area, and together with other twenty people, they were part of the “Aces Squad”. Mostly, they were dedicated to grow maize, to preserve the extremely valuable landraces that their dearly-loved ancestors, had been selecting, since the very ancient times, in which the History, or the Letters itself, haven´t even appeared, inside their idiosyncrasies, or their irrefutable realities that used to wrapped them day and night.

On the other hand, the Sun, son of some interstellar explosion, used to spent his hours, his extravagances and his adventures, warming up, and giving light, to the many below him;… the unintelligible, and confused terrestrial beings, that pray to know everything; and at the same time, create tremendous uproars, every time that they discover something, despite how insignificant these findings have been.

Panchito Chito, and the Sun that shines and shines, ran with each other for the first time, in a cosmic or in an incredibly subjective way, that precise day. Panchito Chito, with his face looking at the asphalts that bordered the house, couldn’t find too many motives to brighten his breath, or at least, the one of his most imaginative magic. The majority of the kids were significantly older than him, his siblings didn´t pay any attention to the things he did, and his parents, as always, were in the fields, worshiping the maize, and their profound dedication to their fatiguing work.

Panchito Chito, corned himself in a small oasis of silence, in order to caress his thoughts very delicately. His mind then, went to that place that only belonged to him; and that was given by his dyslexic psychology so many years ago.

-Panchito Chito, where are you today?… where has your shine gone? – the Sun that shines and shines spoke to him

-my shine?.. to whom are you referring?… and who are you, if I can´t even perceive you? – answered with lots of confusion Panchito Chito

-It’s me, Panchito Chito, it’s me… the Sun – continued the Sun that shines and shines

-the Sun?… but, the Sun does not talk, nor emit sounds ?… why, only with me you communicate; and nobody else has noticed this? – replied skeptical Panchito Chito

-this is life, Panchito Chito, a gigantic wheel filled with an infinite number of variables, with endless quantity of constants; but mostly, with an immense amount of barbarities … That is life, but also, there is something deeper; and that is your World – the invisible touch of the Sun that shines and shines explained

-my world?… you mean, everything that is here from tip to tip? – questioned again Panchito Chito

-Yes and no, Panchito Chito, because if you refer to the whole thing that your eyes can see out of your imaginations, then, you are wrong… But, if you refer to everything that covers from tip to tip inside your own conceptions, ideologies, and perceptions, then, let me tell you, that you are totally right – The Sun that shines and shines told him

From that moment, the luminosity of Pachito Chito came back, his creed in himself got stronger, and thanks to that fanciful conversation with the Sun that shines and shines, he was able to get himself on track to pursuit his own flight, and connection with his outstanding mission.

Nonetheless, that’s how this story has finished; as with this last episode, the very short friendship between Panchito Chito and the Sun that shines and shines got extinguished; in order to start a new chapter filled with emotion and intensity.

That life fills me with life during my lifetime, and takes me from everything while I´m living and breathing; that in every single instant of my way, my flight could accelerate to show off my own air.

Life, Life inside of me, inside of my own known person, inside of the world that takes me and inside the people that touches me daily;… life, life in the happy life, in the dark one and the cloudy other;… life in the things that come to us, in the things that go away from us and in the things that stay in us.

Life, Life in me, Life in you and Life in all of us, the living beings of Life. It is an art having you alive, so alive, oh great Life, because despite that you are always so unstable and unpredictable, you are also, incredibly meaningful, as you have become, an important part of our entire livings.

How here and there, the problems are the same. The troubles that the humankind faces, no matter where, in such a way are equal, in every single state, corner or hidden place.
Our minds, even though we don´t see it that way, are “special” machines that work with a simple, but also, with a very complex method that makes us feel crazy about our Universe, and our most real certainty that captures our all.
Ideas, thoughts and words, that appear day by day, make us feel alive, and even off site, if that´s the case;… how everything works, that by building structures that our own head creates, we get sufficient space, to demonstrate ourselves in different circumstances of the Earth.
Life, is without any doubt, and incredible challenge, as well as an exquisite opportunity, for us to grow, learn and understand our own smallness in the cosmos that surround us day and night. Smallness that ironically, makes us understand, our own immensity, in terms of authenticity, multifaceted tendencies, and in terms of imperfect, but very creative behaviors, compared to the ones, of other creatures of the planet that is present.
Being here, being human, being inside a body full independent opinions, judgments or believes is a divine subject that requires lots of revision and study.

And being you, inside yourself just as yesterday, and the day before, is a beauty that we need to use correctly;… correctly, by following our own instincts, words and thoughts that are written in our heads daily.
Be you, be yourself and that´s the best. Simple, make it simple;… just simple;… it´s simple, as our minds and souls are; although we make it complex because of our own and strange human sense.

The world´s occasion can be appreciated, when it dances, almost perfectly, until it fascinates itself hypnotically; as the world´s occasion well knows, with all its tones, flavors and craziness, that it´s only needed an authentic and a very sensitive recognition of the self-love that flashes in our inside, in order to show it to the entire cosmos that unfolds around us.

For a moment, a sudden is wonder;… for a second, the absolute world of the ideas, turns into something real, and without even wanting, things just happen.

And that´s what happened to me, to my great craziness or to my simply me;… once, when I was as traveling around these fascinating places, created inside my own head, I found a gap;… a little space or hole where I could enter to another zone;… the zone of the possibilities, and where you could clearly see, the link between your dreams and the most tangible stuff;… so there was me, in the middle of this thing, trying to understand infinite meanings related to this doubt;…  so just like that, everything started to flow;… flow and flow, at the point, that whatever issue that occurred one day in my thoughts, was starting to make sense in every single way.

And Africa then, is how appeared in the scene of this phase;… after thinking so much in its sound, rhythm and more, I ended up touching its soils, breathing its air and listening its language filled with music and with a particular dancing that is pronounced well, only by African people.

At first, I was received, by an incredibly unknown Shona (Zimbabwean language) in this site where the planes use to arrive. I was received not with the most pleasant welcome that one could ever expect, as they asked me, for my original TEP (Temporal Employee Permit), which I of course, didn´t have in any of my bags or suitcases;… so, speaking between them, the Shona just did its first act in my brain;… sounds without any sense just came across making me feel confused and out of place;… so, while trying to deal with this fact, one of the guards took me outside;… he wanted to see the guy that was waiting for me and that was supposed to take me to the place where I was going to stay;… so with Shona and Shona, the two of them interacted a little;… and really a little, because after very few sentences the person that was supposed to pick me up, just disappeared.

So, immersed in this funny circumstance in which I was trying to be part;… I just laughed in my inside and welcomed myself to this new adventure that I was facing with no exception.

With the eyes of an stranger, a visitor or a foreigner, I was honestly observing many different manners, modes and views;… so, understanding this circumstances, I decided to open my mind;… to start considering, every single thing that I was seeing, as perfect;… as well as being thankful for the happenings that were occurring in front of my bones or weird look.

And I tell you, be sure, with this kind of philosophy or mind set, everything started to run on me as the exciting movement that a river follows;…  one thing after another started to be a wonderful event;… event, that even now, surprises me for how everything turned;… the people I have had the chance to meet;… the experiences I have had, the acceptances I have had to assimilate and understanding how in this world, are thousands and million ways, to live life and appreciate what happens to us;… how our backgrounds, education and values, influence a lot, in becoming the person we are now;… how our own perception of the Universe and what we think is our function in the globe, is crucial to see everything bright or incredibly dark;… how the strength of our souls, spirits and aspirations, is important to build the person we would like to be in a close or faraway destination;… and how all of this is important, but at the same time, it is not, if you don´t believe in yourself and you are not open to whatever happens in your outside world.

The living of ours, as long as we want it, could be a fabulous scenario or a heavy nightmare, without even mattering, where are we standing in this very moment.