Jorge Vedolla

Alto ahí, por favor querido, deja esa pistola, no saltes, no sujetes la cuerda al techo, por favor, es más, te lo suplico, date una oportunidad, esta vez tu no lucharás solo, aquí estoy yo, permíteme estar aquí a tu lado como tu compañero de batallas, ya no habrán guerras que pelearas solo, ahora tienes a alguien que quiere lucharlas a tu lado, y ayudarte a conquistar cada uno de tus sueños, miedos, demonios… No estás solo, nunca lo volverás a estar… No conozco tu pasado, no tengo idea por lo que has tenido que pasar, para mí tus luchas internas son totalmente desconocidas, ignoro todos los estragos...

Stop there, please, dear one, leave the gun, do not jump, do not restrain the rope to the ceiling, please, more, I plead, take a chance, this time you are not fighting alone, here I am, let me be here at your side as your partner battles, there will be no wars you will fight alone, now you have someone who wants to fight them at your side, and help you to conquer each one of your dreams, fears, demons... you are not alone, never again, you will be… I do not know your past, I have no idea what you have had to go through, for me your internal struggles are totally unknown, I ignore all the havoc that those battles have left, as well as the pain you have carried all this time...

Fear, laughter, tears, suspense, knots in the throat, existential doubts, reflections born from the deepest thoughts and ideals that fight with themselves in search of the freedom of their spirit with an imperious desire to finally obtain the means required for the expression of its essence that in a perfect concatenation of its own secondary internal aspects, gives birth to its unequivocal and incomparable content, that with great fervor those ideas will not rest until they can be expressed in those...

I don't know at what point, or I haven't been able to understand or figure out at what point in time things started to change, I look back, seeing months, or even years, and what I can see and say with total firmness and security, is that I see you, yes you, that man who has been an example, a source of inspiration, a shoulder on whom I can lean on in the hard and difficult days, you were the one who protected my brothers and me when we were children, it was you who helped us take our first steps, to say our first words, it was you who defended us, who gave us shelter and warmth on cloudy and desolate...

… Stop there… Have you ever wondered what “love” is? or 'what "to love" means? And it is that the definitions that can be found cause me a tremendous conflict "Feeling of lively affection and inclination towards a person or thing to which all good is wished." o “Feeling of intense emotional and sexual attraction towards a person with whom you want to share a life together.” The problem we come across Let's be honest, there are things that are wrong with these definitions, and it is that love is...