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la chispa

Fuente de luz, emisión de energía, capaz de dar vida.

Un vacío penumbrado, cargado de telarañas de un pasado insípido, arrastrando el más ínfimo deseo de felicidad a su mínima expresión. De repente, una luz compuesta por destellos espontáneos de positivismo, alegría y goce. El sabor agridulce de lo que depara.

Una chispa capaz de borrarlo todo, empezar de nuevo, capaz de erradicar todo aquello que limita las posibilidades, capaz de restablecer potenciales desaprovechados, curar la ceguera del alma.

La ironía de que una fuente de luz, mientras más intensa y brillante, más te permite ver con los ojos del corazón. Dichos ojos han sido abiertos, y ahora permiten la entrada de emisiones multicolor, los colores de la vida.

Una palabra, combinación de sonidos que generan la creación de la chispa en ambos seres, quien la pronuncia y quien la recibe. Sencilla en su naturaleza, en su interior aguarda la clave que da inicio a una reacción en cadena que cambiará sus vidas por siempre.

Un mutuo sentimiento: GRACIAS.

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