I would like to dream while awake, Attentive to the song of the nightingales, Listening to melodies from another world, Brushing with my hand an invisible light. A ghost passed near my house. I faced tears, desires, and longing, Fleeting sorrows, miraculous oases, Feeling upon my skin the scent of water. When a tear was shed, Without my even understanding why, It left a salty mark upon my skin, Like those of the dry lakes in the desert. I delved into this journey and discovered That sorrow and joy, both alike, Are specters born from the beating Of our hearts. How glad I would be to live without rumination! In a continuous present, Filled with spontaneity, With joy, fullness, and happiness. The paths move on, caressing My bare feet with gentleness, While, one after another, They lead me toward a dead tree. What is old dies and returns to the earth, Leaving behind a trail of lived experiences For those who dare to see, For those who cross thresholds. We do not always know where we are going, Though the signs are there. At times they are difficult to interpret Without a whisper to guide you. We cherish the good things in life While embracing our destiny, Placed within a wandering bottle With a letter yet to be discovered. Written at 06/18/2026 © Jesus Jordan Parra
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