That look... because we are losing ourselves... because we gave up on trying to catch the sunsets...
That look... that feeds souls and spirits... in the course of a magnificent itinerary...
We are letting ourselves be just anecdotes... simply accidents... vulgar creations...
...when we are gods... able to conquer hearts and dreams... invincible knights and princesses... we are made of dawns and flowers, breezes and scented winds... solitudes and rainbows...
... and you look around... and contemplate... because you want to... because the most horrible betrayal is in the negation of taking part of the true journey to our hearts...
...and there are and there will be times in which everything seems to be abandoned... and you cry... in silence... taking all of it with you... all of it... and there... in the very core of your wonderful and curing sorrow, you can see the true face of eternity... because you know, no matter where I go, you will find me... and all those fictitious moments of hopelessness, dead ends... desperations and anguish will mean nothing in comparison to the evergreen joy that will embrace your breath...
...that look... inspiration for the angels... source of goodness... of light in your eyes... salvation to all the enigmas that have to accompany us along the way...
...that look... that changes the world for the better... that make yourself worthy of them, who never, ever, ceased of protecting us...
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