How we look for perfection! How patiently we insist on joining an harmony flow that we imagine as constant, homogeneous, without cracks… But perfection moves, it moves so much and so fast that it is impossible to catch, and the more we try to attract it to us, the more she runs away at the pace of the rough sea and the howling wind. Then, when you accept perfection does not exist, a silence is born. A silence so solid that it turns into malleable, and you realize perfection does exist, has always existed, and it can be found in that silence, in its soft tension, in its migratory, free movement.

When you accept perfection does not exist, you realize it has always existed, and is free like a migratory bird.
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  • CountryArgentina
  • Year December 2014