Every journey ends with a new beginning, as all viajes do
Yet there is no end and was no beginning
All happens anew
The taste of freedom is balanced by the certitude of return and return with the promise of hope
A life lived is never undone
nor lost in memoria
All is reflected, like sunlight on a becalmed sea, ever shimmering in the hour of setting
All inscribed on the shores of time
though the waves may fade their mark
We sail through this life on solo voyages and do our thing
Our halyards whisper quietly to eachother in the breeze that blows through our mains
Our anchor chains stand at the ready,
but hold fast to an uncertain future
What of the wind that passes by
and swells that pass beneath?
Son estas quienes crean la danza de nuestras vidas