Juan, but he can be Pedro, Luis or José, at last he is a man who woke up very early today, he woke up in the distance, he is not near the place where his body was born, he is today where his mind is being born, he has put on his best vest, he wants to start the day capturing the sun in his eyes, watching the fog run towards a distant road.

There is María, who can be Juana, Rosa or Margarita, the eternal companion, the one who makes the most divine coffee and who accompanies him to break the first bread for breakfast, she is the friend, the lover, the companion, the one with whom the hours become slow and to enjoy her smile is to enjoy the song of a bird or the wild dew that wets your hair.

There is a new town, there are so many roads they have traveled together, they are not from any place, they are from the world that sees them pass by, they are two walkers that leave their footprint in the mud of the roads, they are two messengers of the distance, two beings wrapped in breeze and mist, two travelers without a fixed direction.

For these beings the night skies are their roof, if some town does not shelter them, they go without commitment, they go capturing in their eyes the mountains, recording in their memory the song of the bird, tasting the wild fruit, feeling the texture of the tree, feeling the perfume of the yellow flower, they are simply an accumulation of senses that come together to walk together, to turn their gaze and take with them the landscape.

They were not born to be tied to a space, they came together to go in freedom through the distances, with no other companion but their own steps, a humble dog accompanies them, he escaped from the streets of some town, he goes after them in search of freedom, in search of the horizon, it is a journey that has become light, the sun with its golden disc is guiding them, there are promises that are kept for when the dawn comes again.

Juan, who could be Pedro, Luis or José has stopped for a moment, the trees on the road lull him with their shade, the traveler of time wants to cross the crystalline rivers, he wants to draw the cotton clouds, he remains in silence admiring the charm of life, it is as if a thousand elves show him the landscape where his gaze now goes, he becomes space and silence, he is the one who in the silence of time becomes the inhabitant of the day.

Maria, who could be Juana, Rosa or Margarita, arrives at his side, together they have turned the mute into a cradle of dreams, holding hands they smile, a new space is waiting, they are walkers of destiny, they will continue forward, they know that the steps taken is the life that unites them forever.

Behind them their faithful friend, the dog that left his village to follow freedom.

Thank you all for reading my post.