Past lives

As I stroll along the lovely neighborhood of Miraflores in Lima, my mind is flooded with flashbacks from a distant past.

Sometimes I feel as if I would´ve lived many different lives.

Haven´t we all?

An instant is all it takes to remember them.

A scent, a sight, a song…

In the quiet reflections of solitude, I often sense the weight of countless experiences on my soul.

There are moments when I feel as if I've traversed through the vast landscapes of many lives, each imprint shaping the intricate mosaic of my existence.

Consciousness being a great mystery, these “lives” allow me to unlock the enigma bit by bit and grasp some sense on this wonderful voyage called life.

Or lives.

Have a great day,

Claudio.