When hope leaves us alone, and times are made of dark and nebulous acts of suffering, there's always a treasure left forgotten in our void of existence...
It's in these times that we walk without direction, frozen, numb...
It's in these times that our mind reaches such levels of intensity, that we suddenly realize that this visceral corrosive feeling which is inhabiting our rotten soul may be healed with a spark of strength, courage and, above everything else, a subtle but growing flame of belief that our energies can be chanelled into matter, that the deepest inner will can melt the painful ice that world has become.
Light this candle for he, light a candle for me, then leave.... forget... come back... light a candle for she, light a candle for us.... forget... come back... and the life cycle perpetuates....
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Photo taken in the Sanctuary of Fatima in Portugal
José Ramos
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