There are days that roar in the soul as if cut by a blade that matches a fierce struggle to prevail, to save the faith by force of courage.
It is not easy to face the vicissitudes of day to day without believing in something, kneeling and bound hand and foot feels the higher being that inhabits us when we move our foundations. The strength of our beliefs is the source of power that feeds our spirit. Who watches that we continue dreaming while the shadows swallow our creative essence? Who prevents life from giving itself the luxury of truncating the vision of simplicity as a form of construction of what really matters and of connection with the essential? Who collects the words and communicates them with dreams? Only one person with clarity of criteria and solid spiritual formation. The mood of the poetic voice is intrinsic when there is clear conscience:

write stone-flights of fancy
to embellish your wills.