Words are desires and dreams bottled up in sound that plays in the wind to sow Life itself. Word comes from within, comes from the source, comes from the center of immensity and silence that seeks to become here outside of the people; word is charming murmur of the lips to color the time of many impressions; word is the charm of the silence in ecstasy that invites your mouth to carry out your plan of Love. Word is also the path that trait and reality that I choose before my size that reaches the Highest. It is poison, but also medicine; it is a symbol that embraces infinites, leads the seed and also the whole forest. Word has the power to approach or separate us, to create or to destroy; To reaffirm truth that echoes; Lake that holds deep our serene and distressed beliefs. And your choices are delights to sweeten me senses. And prayer that is called to the Universe seeking us to approach the truths, Loves and miracles that we forget. Word is gratitude for what I’ve already had, and for what I’m still going to get…💔❤️💛☯️