Every winter is the same . . .


Every winter, when February ends, and the cold still penetrates deep into the bones, when it seems it never ends, it is when we have to stay stronger and wait for a gust of air to give us another impulse.

Starting to take a peek . . .


At this point, what motivates me the most is the sun, the light of day that is gaining minutes to the day and that does not stop imposing its implacable rhythm. I have in mind the day in which the time is changed, after that day, the cold no longer matters, it is only in the mind, because after that moment it only advances towards the light, the heat and a new spring that will bring renewal and life.


We must continue working for the retirement and walking towards the light.



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