Esencias / Essences

Dear reader,
Everything stays and changes, so do we, the ones who once were. I can already tread on the green carpet that the frost left after melting down. Now a calm flapping of butterflies is flying fraily but haughtily and, little by little, the pain is turning into forgetfulness, thus marking a new time.
I open the window and the sea drives you and me away where to begin to walk the clean and intangible path of everything that is essence.