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The Great World of Agatha Christie I return to Agatha Christie’s books repeatedly, not because she is a dame, a legendary author, or a literary giant, but because they reveal how and why a culture praises criminal minds. Her work shows how a society portrays justice within an unjust world of its own making. Christi’s…
When Clouds Talk I dragged myself up a mule track, high above St Miguel Alto, until I reached a narrow gorge. Below me, the entire city lay. The lights were flickering. I wondered which light was illuminating your heart. A passing cloud, like a cotton mattress, fluffy and white, seemed very inviting to lie…
Cero Las matemáticas son el idioma de la naturaleza, pero el hombre inventó el cero y creo que eso fue un error. Sin él, no hay negativos. El mundo sin cero es más sincero. Rymos 07/05/2026 Graná España
The Way Out of Damnation Anytime you think you are doing something unique, remember: someone else in another time was thinking the same while they were trying what you are trying now. Not only in pain or suffering, but also in joy and adventure. The only regret I have is that I have to see…
Bach Ever since I learned what reflection and pondering were, I have been wondering why we are able to ask hard questions. And I think the only substantial answer I have deduced is this: To discover our own boundaries and limits. To see how far we can push ourselves forward. Why? Because God is a…
Prayer for Inquisitives If God wanted lambs, He wouldn’t have bothered with making us. If God wanted followers, He wouldn’t have bothered with giving us tools to navigate our way. **** Dear God, I confess my sins; hence, I am not a lamb. And I pray for forgiveness of my past. No life exists without…
Life without You Haven’t I dined with God? Haven’t I seen the seven seas? Haven’t I kissed many moons? Haven’t I danced with many suns? As if the creation never stops. Yet, I have lost my wings, In the last storm. Yet, pride is deceptive, Do you know a shop That sells a warm smile,…
Magic The world appears too big,Yet once walked through,If real, so limited.
Dance with Me. This is provocative by design. So, no apologies behind. Pondering is a tool. Dreaming, another. Once one controls the mind, Dreams are also chained. The true thinking True history Is the one within. The breath. Thinking now: Only an “assumed thinking.” Forget about the Ice Age, the dinosaurs; The truth made by…
Final Note My words were the sigh of my soul And the cries of my heart. I was hoping to be heard, I was hoping to be found. But words did not unite us, Instead they kept us apart. Were they my words, Or the wisdom of the world? My conviction, didn’t rescue. My devotion;…