Compassion

El auge cayó en el espacio de la compasión.  

Nada más formaba parte del misterio de la miseria, las noticias se convirtieron en realidad, en una forma de sentir para descubrir el arte del riesgo. 

The shape of election could be the sea between earth and destiny, between path and harmony, between seeming and searching. 

We knew until then, fear could leave its mark on the facial expression that contained the joy of being free.  

Tuve que contar la historia sin desperdiciar más, sin despertar el sigiloso y oculto homenaje a la síntesis entre el verbo y demostrar, que aquello por lo que soñamos merece ser parte de la sencilla y efímera pero latente mención por respirar, para crear amor en la existencia que nos desencadena la más profunda resistencia por permanecer erguido ante el dolor que puede provocar la consistencia de un movimiento que al unísono descubre que puede resistir sin pasión ni contención. Sólo resistencia. 

As a book of a huge door for knowledge, where you didn’t get what you desired as you were expecting. The experience shouted to the conversion of pain into being a constant number of favorite rhythms.  

For sequence waking up our desire for being more than free, powerful in the state of unacceptable merit that behind us wrote history of feeling.  

Where we are only us, in the loneliness of inspiring brightness, sign as expectation.  

Let the time pass through a river of cries. Let the wind support the stand of being brave for being something other than being observed. 

Thousands of words letting patience become legend in this memory of facts. If we knew where it triggers, the act of simply throwing oneself into that simultaneous style of ageing beyond one's years.  

El murmullo que el dolor quisiera embarcar para crear secuela, en la admiradora magia del inconformismo que supuestamente un pasado nos ha de elegir sin lección por aquello que somos, sin mención de dónde nacimos o criamos esa falta de necesidad, sabiendo que la mayor e incontenida esperanza de creernos merecedores de la abundancia de amar despacio, y no esperar que nos descubran esas lágrimas que como reflejo emocionan e inundan de amnistía a la honrada pero vengativa soberbia de verse al espejo y promulgar como si no hubiese nadie más. 

Born. Love was born in the countryside where many spikes pay homage to experience. Where the lies aren’t worth it and the truth has been unearthed by the roofing of details. And he appeared with hands as hammers to destroy all sequences of past sounds. He appeared with jeans; ones you can’t break even when you are playing with mechanical saws to cut away all fear of living. And she appeared with screws in her hands to fill up all the empty space of desire, getting all madness born in an open sky as mind developed in passion and wildness. The combination of those two killers will make the world dress up a red tunic to attract the bull of destiny to death.  

To create a love in the persuasion to the beauty of a secretive kiss eternal, writing a sequence of facts chained to history. 

Literature from 2025-05-05, Image from 2023, Inspiration from 1997. Valor.