The small sparks of the stars

We are little sparks of the stars, that roam here on earth, on this immense planet full of landscapes and impressive resources that give us sustenance, and all things ... for they are here on earth, from the land that springs food, Drought comes out of the earth and the bravery of the earthquakes, the land that springs the water, practically every source of us comes from the land that gives us to drink, gives us stepping, gives us to plant and produce, gives us to conquer And to face adversities, gives us what we are and what complements us and the earthquakes that we can not stop, the living earth in us and us alive as sparks cooled on the earth.

Cool shooting star, a place where the divine and the lúgrebe mingle, the beliefs and values, the desires to hatch making life pulsate, in vibrant and ideological constructions, monumental works and art. Interests mingle, values ​​are summed up, some of the sparks of the stars that remain are shining, driven to desires ... energy ... the dream fuel of mortal beings, beings that take forms and beings that Return to dust.

There is the short time, the cadence, the flame that is consumed, and its short and ephemeral space between birth and death, to ignite and extinguish in the eternal darkness, the short time of creation, euphoria, dazzle, creativity, Beings that fight, fight to stay alight, struggling to survive the uncontrollable forces of nature, the pulsar of restlessness, the pulsar, the pulsar, the forces that drive the genius of the universe.