401

you won’t be able to forget me, you know?- she said.
yes, i know- i reply.

she’s laying in the bed, i’m leaving the place. i close the door of the empty room…

i’ll never see her again, i don’t want to. she is that girl and that girl and that dream and that lost opportunity. hurts, but the joy provided by my Lord: the blue kids, is bigger and overwhelming.

door 401 will remain closed, and on october seventh i will promise to keep it that way forever…

my heart is full of joy, He is blessing me (and us) so much… why would i want to go back if there is so many promises in the future.

keep praying, i really apreciate that.

¿cómo?

mi tierra esta dividida.

destrozada, miles de fragmentos iracundos (blue and yellow may be bigger, but there are thousands more).
adolescentes vendados, vendidos, bien vestidos… da igual, si votas o no votas… callate, ya me hartaste.
look at the sky (never the heaven), look all those fireworks, can’t you feel it? estamos celebrando, somos nosotros, tú y yo, no hay nadie más, no hay nada más… don’t worry… nobody is going to touch you… i know, i should shut up, ya te harte.

detente.
los miles y miles de fragmentos contenidos en dos grupos… formo parte de uno, y mi corazón grita suplicante y mi mente juega desesperada: haz algo, demuestralo. como nunca tengo la oportunidad de demostrar que soy subdito del Principe de paz…

¿cómo?… se reciben sugerencias, se recibe ayuda, se acepta trabajar en equipo.

Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
-Matthew 5:16 (KJV)