They Conspired

Silence is not always a sign of death. Silence is not always sad and depressing. Silence is not always an end. The wizard of destiny plays with the dice of our lives. Dice with infinite dimensions. Possibilities are like droplets of sand floating freely under the burning sun of the desert. Peak of the sand dune is the peak of achievement, of success. Let us not forget who were. Let us not forget the motions that brought us here. Let us not forget the days of silence. Let us not forget the dawns of regret.

Three steps ahead, God is knocking on Lucifer’s door: “I beg you, please, o please, don’t go away”. Three steps aside, Gabriel is having a drink, a drink of mercy and conspiracy. Three steps behind, Adam and Eve are chewing their innocence away.

Not always a language has to be understood to be listened to. Not always a song sings of the same story. Not always a painting portrays the same impression. Not always a poem conveys the same message.

The path to destination, is a mysterious path through a maze. Little by little, the wizard whispers her hints in our ears.