The crossroads of time

“The mystery of the forest of darkness…”

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Paths, thoughts, states,
Our body knows everything
But listening to him is quite difficult.

Our routine, our life;
Dragged by the past
Dragged by our customs,
It drags us down dark paths
Within which we deal with ourselves.

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Writer of essays, poetry, stories. Studious of the ancestral Traditions. I am also a student of the etymologies of words.

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Jesus Jordan Parra

Jesus Jordan Parra

Writer of essays, poetry, stories. Studious of the ancestral Traditions. I am also a student of the etymologies of words.

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