Ahora Soy Buda (Now I am Buddha)

An invisible thread links thoughts with things, and things to each other, through the destiny of the one who has thought of them. If life is a voyage inherited by our parents to pass on to offspring, likewise the things that belong to us and have belonged to others before us are part of the physical experience and cultural knowledge that identify us. Nothing is lost and everything is passed on. Even the remoteness of a loved place can, and should, leave traces to help memory place itself on the right time and relive a certain event. The one who departs leaves behind a trail of nostalgia and hope in the wake, which starts out in the double look towards past and future, headed for a certainty also avid of perspectives and for a dream that draws the next step with shades of trust.