Thoughts of my childhood transport me back to my grandfather's farm.

That world in the wilderness

in a confusing time

when I used to get lost

in the middle of a nowhere road, laying down on the grass, surrending on the ground,

closing my eyes and letting my mind floating in the landscape

with the sounds of  birds and thinking nothing,

just feeling my soul flying free,

far away

some place

of the imaginary heaven,

no pain, no fears, no time,

just infinity and I.

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The skulls were my first vision of life and death;

the encounter

with those pieces of almost white beauty,

the hardness of  desolation

and the ultimatum call 

to understand that

love

will be the sublimation

of those questions

with no answers.

- Ramiro Valle

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