How did this come about?

How did this come about?

My boys. You appeared at the moment you had to appear. We could meet out there 2018, with my students. I listen you, or I could see you there, in their smiles, in their complicity, in the way they had to enjoy things. Now I can see it, I can remember it. Their games, dances, and their ways of seeing things. In so much mischief, a valuable heart appeared, misunderstood but loved by each other. I would like to tell you that I feel that I am one of you.

Now I know, that you were there for me without my knowing it. And although it seems and one can believe that it is not, I want to believe, and I affirm, that it is. Because unintentionally, they came to touch my heart and enter my life daringly and with the greatest possible expansion. With love, with joviality, with colors, with harmony, and with the wisdom that has allowed them over the years.

Yes, I believe that there they were waiting for the right moment to be able to enter my heart. When I was ready, when everything was in order with the other things in life. Everything is a puzzle, and its lights were on my way. 2017, 2018 ... to finally enter by opening the doors wide in 2020.

Oh, boys In the collapse you held me in your hands, and between you, between your voices, between your songs and your steps, you cleaned me, pulling loose threads, dust, dirt, caressing my clay and finding my stone at the bottom. I have, we have a precious stone inside us.

I love you, I am grateful to you, and I deeply admire you. I connected with you like I have never connected with an artist.

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