Come the roads to a crossing. They go whatever direction the flow exists; blindly followed with the illusion of control.
The amazement of the trip; the happiness of not knowing while believing there is nothing else to see; the smooth flow perceived in the roughness of the road.
Turbulence of waters in the continuous movement of the surface; a leaf floating gracefully in happiness, always moving to a never imagined destination; life!!
Existing from the surrounding elements; to later on become part of them, as the price to pay for the services received that were never asked for, yet needed all throughout anyway.
To the point of dissolution in time and space, as if never existed in the first place; yet the colors and the textures added to the surrounding elements, as the tribute left behind, that contributes to the eternal change: Death!
Raul
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