Y en el momento posterior al desenfreno y la duda, algo explotó en mi pecho, y di mi primer respiro.

Algunos tenemos algo guardado, cosas que no conocemos. Cosas que pugnan por salir, y cuando lo hacen, nacemos otra vez.

Initiation

"Whoever you are, go out into the evening, leaving your room, of which you know each bit; your house is the last before the infinite, whoever you are. Then with your eyes that wearily scarce lift themselves from the worn-out door-stone slowly you raise a shadowy black tree and fix it on the sky: slender, alone. And you have made the world (and it shall grow and ripen as a word, unspoken, still). When you have grasped its meaning with your will, then tenderly your eyes will let it go." Rainer Maria Rilke

"You´re the life I always wanted but never dreamed I could have."