Life is a journey to the ends of time, a message and a messenger, whose voice is an echo...
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Receive this as part of the armor that clothes the knight. The tiny link among hundreds of a brotherhood that is his attire. Letters like trophies, fragments to maelstrom wrapped in choruses of what vague memories will once say.
Dreaming of a future that does not come, but he knows it will be forced to come his way. At this point, I don't know what you're doing, perhaps, life and its changes have guided you to an unpredictable place that my thoughts do not access.
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Just as I came here, unnoticed, just departing from the old days. The living voice of an infant, the adolescent dream, the passion of a young man dominated by letters, the message he sees in them that few interpret.
I never thought I would enter this place of the mind and leave my mark, nor that I would send the message to the same sender who in the past asked me to do it today.
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Timeless, a letter to the traveler. For that other who finds himself looking at the clocks of time, waiting for the order of the Second, who in turn, was sent by the First. I may even think that you are sitting in the same place where you thought of doing this, but my hand is your voice and your eyes will be my silence.
And this letter is from the past, directed towards the future, thinking of the enigmatic gentleman, the one who today fights the battle of the imaginary and his thousands of egos. The intention is to give me an idea of the new reality, that which the years give, today it is enough what I do to have a promising destiny filled with what I did not find in spite of having looked for it without respite. And this letter is from the past, directed towards the future, thinking of the enigmatic gentleman, the one who today fights the battle of the imaginary and his thousands of egos.
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Because life delivers everything in dribs and drabs, little by little, so that you don't forget what it costs to achieve it. I look into the past and I see you, living for the present with an eye on what's to come. I see myself and I don't believe it, I hope your astonishment will be the same when you remember that same guy, at the right moment when he wrote this.
I wonder; are you still thinking of writing something for the traveler? I wonder, if you will have the need to keep him company in the next age that ahead of you will want to remember, how it was what you lived.
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And we will be two and then three; the child, the young man and the old man who is reading, looking at us all at the same time, through this document. The man who once said:
And if in heaven there are voices and dreams, and chants, and time travel... There will also be another one looking at us, writing the Timeless letter for the next traveler...
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