Lost in the crossroads existential;
seeking answers reluctant to be found.
The voices echo,
the rhythm trembles—
What is an epiphany but the veil fluttering?
Each day a new mistake:
A new opportunity to Fail,
Grow,
Evolve.
If only to face each new dawn ready to fail again,
for we are the deferrer of dreams,
when we fear to open our eyes
and breathe them into existence.
Yield not before the dawn, Parcero,
the river flows infinite
if only we’ve the courage to ford it
into the Elysia of possibility.
Lost amidst this paraíso tropical,
certainty wavers in favor of vulnerability—
to be open,
to be imperfect,
to be amenable
once again to the frequency of change
en la tierra mágica,
la tierra de Macondo.
