Cadence Journey

In the infinite melancholy of gray afternoons Indian looks at the dusty horizon of their land; It has the face dirty and wrinkled soul toasted skin and two strong hands a mysterious past born of nothing eyes of fire and two generous arms a reality and an impossible and uncertain future as strange as the snow in the desert mirage of freedom passes to his side and the silhouette of the peace caresses his forehead the Cadence of the pink wind their memories the idea of hope new cobra lives in his present House is the color of the word and the poetry of the everyday pours its beauty in the air fresh and fragrant Virgin field and in the pellucid day that oblivion is absent now moments make a procession minutes stubbornly determined to cross the cosmos from the waterfall in the remote memories until the now of his kisses primal now tradition threads weave the reunion of two millenarian cactus and four stones new when the Sun starts its daily journey to sunset in the arid soil and the lonely road until yesterday nothing ships make his stopover in return and the river of sand settles deadpan in the illusion where the right routine reconquista heart and the inertia of the landscape dialogues with the stillness for the Indian time is a parenthesis between two absences where all lights the Moon continues its journey between two solitudes friendlyvital and cannot be appealed and in the Convention that breathe despite all Alejandro Teresa Martinez is a renowned journalist and Colombian writer, linked as a teacher at several Colombian universities. He is author of four books and co-author of three others in which addresses the theme of leadership, ethics, and human development. He is frequently invited as a speaker at conferences, forums, and other academic events. . issue. .