Suddenly as it had started, she knew her visit to that wonderful world had concluded.
During several days she had been flying. Yes, she had flown in the wings of dreams caused by illusions, fantasies, and beautiful words. She had left her desert of years to dive in a torrent of emotions, each one more intense that the previous one. However, she didn't think about the consequences, she didn't give a thought to the tranquility she had gotten with so much effort. She knew it was not happiness, but tranquility.
After wandering for a long time, she had arrived to that part of the desert where the solitudes were shared, where she built a small cabin and dedicated herself to make beautiful art pieces and to exhibit them along the road, as many others that lived in that place. She, then, told herself that it was the best thing that it could've happened to her.
Not even now she could explain how she let herself to be fooled by those words that seem carved in stone but were just mere words traced in the sands of the desert. Words that a storm of reality made disappear in an instant. An illusion!
Therefore, she went back to her cabin dreaming that she stopped dreaming about utopias and ghosts…
During several days she had been flying. Yes, she had flown in the wings of dreams caused by illusions, fantasies, and beautiful words. She had left her desert of years to dive in a torrent of emotions, each one more intense that the previous one. However, she didn't think about the consequences, she didn't give a thought to the tranquility she had gotten with so much effort. She knew it was not happiness, but tranquility.
After wandering for a long time, she had arrived to that part of the desert where the solitudes were shared, where she built a small cabin and dedicated herself to make beautiful art pieces and to exhibit them along the road, as many others that lived in that place. She, then, told herself that it was the best thing that it could've happened to her.
Not even now she could explain how she let herself to be fooled by those words that seem carved in stone but were just mere words traced in the sands of the desert. Words that a storm of reality made disappear in an instant. An illusion!
Therefore, she went back to her cabin dreaming that she stopped dreaming about utopias and ghosts…
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