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ago 19dWho would have thought a leaf could say so much? That imperfect lines could carry such a necessary message? These lines reminded me of nuances that, for a while, I preferred to ignore, avoiding precisely the details that once made me stay. In seconds, I thought about how some paths seem easy to follow, while others bring unexpected curves, detours, and storms. Yet, there are landscapes so beautiful that they make every step worthwhile. Perhaps that's what love is: respecting the path, understanding its curves, and recognizing that even imperfections can become small in the face of enchantment. Because, at the end of that road, there may be a sea of greenish waters, daisies all around, and a smile so luminous that it makes all the previous paths seem like mere preparation to reach you.
Once upon a time, a little cloud decided it wanted to see the sea. It seemed like a simple idea, until it realized that to get there, it would have to cross entire cities without knowing if the wind would still be blowing in the right direction. Even so, it set off. Along the way, it passed mountains that tried to hold it back, birds that flew past it without asking permission, and other clouds that swore they knew shortcuts. After a while, it started to rain. At first, it thought it was disintegrating before reaching its destination. But it was precisely then that it noticed small things happening down below: people running to feel the raindrops, a window being opened, a flower receiving water after days of thirst. And, for the first time, the little cloud thought that perhaps not everything needed to happen exactly as it had imagined. When it finally found the sea, it couldn't tell where it ended and where the sea began. At that moment, it let the wind pass through it without trying to escape. ago 18d