Between Being and Shadow

Those who value having over being open doors to emptiness, to unbridled corruption, turning life into a marketplace of shadows and deceit, where gold weighs more than dignity, and the glitter of coins suffocates the spirit, transforming the human being into a mere object of exchange.

Those who see eternity in fleeting existence get lost in the labyrinth of fragile illusions, confuse the instant with infinity, and build castles on quicksand, without realizing that time is a fleeting wind, and eternity cannot fit in the palm of one's hand.

Those who see others as opportunities see no faces, but figures and advantages, reducing their neighbor to a stepping stone of ambition, and plunging into the mire of pain and selfishness, for each gaze becomes a broken mirror, reflecting only their own inner misery.

Those who act with perverse and premeditated intent extinguish the flame that could illuminate the heart, living in the darkness of base and cold plans, without knowing the tenderness that liberates and ennobles, for malice is a prison without windows, and the absence of light is endless condemnation.