Esa pequeña jungla de bichos y tierra negra era un misterio. Hacia mucho tiempo habían dejado de crecer flores. La maleza reinaba y las hierbas crecían desordenadas, sin dirección. A la noche caída, el jardín se descubría en blanco y negro. A la madrugaba se revelaba el gris de los esqueletos de las flores muertas, hechas polvo. Read more…
What is it of suffering that captivates us so much? Why do we dwell on the negative aspects of life, why is it that we can’t stand seeing someone else just be happy or content. We strive to put anyone down. Read more…
People go around blind through life; they don’t know what’s right for them. They are corrupted by the society. The whole thing is a degenerative process.
Let the spirit be the point of convergence and unity for all
We are timeless. We discriminate ourselves and others by pointing out a number which only indicates the time that the physical body has been existing in this planet, a bit superficial.
Gandhi Took a Stand and Willed the Destiny of a Nation
Welcome bloggers and friends who have come across this article, weather through free will or by destiny’s decree. I invite you all to blow out the candle and take your destiny onto your own hands. Read more…
As adventurers, surely you bloggers are looking for interesting anecdotes, insight and ideas to enrich you. I propose you begin a dream journal, it’s simple and rewarding. Read more…