Tu refugio

There are moments when souls cry, when lives are completely redecorated. When the most intimate feelings emerge, those in which the only refuge becomes this Quran. That, which like me, fanatics adore, when tears get stuck in the throat, when reflections in solitude are valued more, when the pages of peace songs are torn out. Remember hours you lived in that park, friendships you lost, friendships you gained. Situations you already saw in a sad déjà vu, a cyst that you damaged your mind for it to embark on a journey to another place, which will make it stand out from the rest that drown anchored in that pond.

Letting the rhythm mark the moment it starts, the engine that, for the love of this, should let the sound that manages to make your skin stand on end make sense, and the importance it deserves within what you have lived. Take the reins of your life, convinced that you are one of those who has never pretended. And that bond that you have always united with, that made you stop being depressed, that defeated the curse that has already gone, that whose beautiful premonition has come true today.

New coke, you started to see things finally from another perspective, with more magic and that touch of illusion that disconcerts the foundations of that block, after a block that causes your neck to dislocate. Because the deep wound caused by the thrust, makes your life sink and evoke a past time. In which music was salvation and has been that, in the form of a song in your reason, makes hope sprout. May the passage of good things balance the scale, may your personal refuge fill you with temperance. The background music with which your life progresses, and you can even reach the moon.