I love those hugs that shake me, that can stop time and hold my breath, I love it because they join me and make my fears fly away.
I love hugs that, although they solve nothing, help me tell adversity that they will not be able to with me, that they will not tear down my walls, nor destroy my crops.
- I love these hugs because they break my dreams.
- Help me maintain balance and comfort me.
- I love them because they give me such an ideal affection that I dare pinch myself to know if I dream.
Then I confess that these hugs are my weakness. They are melting me just by thinking, sheltering me, welcoming me and making me feel that life is neither unfair nor bad, and that there is no better way to feel than through the skin.
Feeling this affection makes my skin tremble and then, for a moment, it ceases to belong to those who tremble it, because the truth is that not everyone succeeds, only the people who achieve the best positions in the ranking of our lives.
They support us with their pillars, with those hugs that come when hopes are shattered, our windows squeak and opportunities play hide-and-seek.
Only those who are accompanied by examples, lessons and permanence are thorny. They only get people for who are lucky enough to be able to love and kiss.
So when the skin itches, no one remembers the difficulties of life, we don’t remember why it is in this contact that we find a reason to smile again without looking back.
I love to think of those arms that when my broken parts are tied, it is a wonderful feeling to feel that the chaotic world is reorganized under my feet, that I can enter my past and continue.
Then I realize that to overcome obstacles you have to face and persevere, endure the storm and hope that the best happens, and with this idea I put together my pieces again, the ones that save me and close my wounds.
So I’m ready to jump into the void if you ask me, although I’m sure it won’t be enough, because I know tripping isn’t human, this human is fighting.
It can be very sensitive, but for me there are gestures that repair my day and solve my life, it’s kind of like recharging my batteries and connecting my battery to a high voltage current.
Even if it doesn’t explode, the butterflies inside me hatch, so everything looks prettier, with more colors, with less gray, something so wonderful and spectacular that fascinates me.
This is the great effect of hugs and the main reason why we like to receive and contemplate them, because they not only make us feel special, but they give us the opportunity to be unique.
Unique, exceptional and authentic. They are experiences that overflow the soul and remind us that we are all under one heaven, and that with our hands we go through all the reasons to never stop smiling.