Angie and the mysterious path of life towards the light

  Dark Cities   In dark cities, I grew up afraid, and with every change, you slipped further away from me.   Searching for a way out after every fall, feeling such a deep pain with no escape at all. But I keep fighting, healing every wound, because even in the darkest moments, life is reborn soon.   Chorus   Today I rise, again and again,   thanks to every tear, to every pain. I learned that, however dark the path, I live with the hope that the darkness will not find a way to follow me. Today I rise, again and again, thanks to every tear, to every pain. I no longer fear the dark. And though the past still softly echoes in my mind, I walk toward the future, leaving all fear behind. In the silent nights, I carried all my dark thoughts. I learned to be stronger, even when it seemed too late. Nightmares tried to reclaim the pieces I tried to build. Though the darkness tries to hold me back, I carried the full weight of the silent nights. But now I walk toward t...

meme explanation   When I, as a Latino, am in a multicultural global space, I feel like Hassam arriving at an elegant, albeit diverse, meeting, Saying Sorry for the demoration, there was very very tranconation ,So he is noticeably different in his appearance and behavior because he arrives late and makes excuses for traffic congestion as a characteristic of Latinos when arriving late. Also because he is noticeably different in his way of expressing himself. Although he is kind and cheerful, he tries to express himself in the language of whoever listens to him even if he does not know how to speak it well and speaks it incorrectly saying "delay" and "tranconation." His appearance is not so elegant and not so modern, but he does his best to look good to others, for which he could be rejected or despised.

  One Sunday night, around the early morning, about 3:00 AM, a very fearful teenager of only 15 years old was sailing in a lake, inside a deep, big and scary forest that gave a lot of fear and curiosity. You may ask: WHAT WAS HE DOING THERE? Really, we cannot find that answer, but the only thing he wanted was a little peace and calm, and being there alone he found it little by little. Suddenly, that teenager, called Octavio, felt a presence and started to shake like never before. He had big chills and became very pale, pale like a walking dead. He felt a strange presence, something difficult to understand, because he never lived it before. It was very mysterious, but even with fear, he didn’t care and started to look around. Suddenly, he saw big black eyes, with gray and brown tones, shining with deep light. At first the eyes were far away, but little by little they came closer, and that gave him more fear. At the same time, he heard a warm and soft voice whispering: COME TO M...

What role(s) does the raven play in the narration?  Regarding what I have read, and from my point of view and having analyzed it, I would believe that the crow represents a very important point and role there. It could be said that it has a symbolism of death, darkness, something also a little more complex, as one could say a void, a relief, a very deep rest very far away, difficult to find. his moment, his intervention, his physical state, his presence in the different ways in which we can see and feel him, framing what can be said to have happened at the moment of being the narrator, with a curious and peculiar word that remains in our consciousness, nevermore, which represents what will happen or what will not happen in the future, like not being able to see his beloved Leonore. You can also see and reflect too much, which acts as transparency or a reflection, so to speak, but something clearer like a mirror that shows us how more, we see restlessness, fear, desperation, curio...

  MISTERY Different is, dwelling between light and darkness, Being here and there. They may see, but not believe, They may hear, but they will not understand. They are reflected before thousands, as a defective being, Named a mystery, causing to have great curiosity. Asking, why such a disdain? Thus discovering that nothing is perfect. Both pure and impure go by this world without course or destination. They are taking such silence towards such sneakiness,  like walking fog going through the path. From such perfection it comes imperfection, from such speech then it comes silence. Learning thus, that perfection is not to judgement, but truly to recognizing that spark burning within us.

  The mysterious world of nature through our consciousness. In the midst of our lives, a dazzling wind blows, call after call from our mother earth, the deep pain of our incessant mistakes. Listening and meditating, we clear our minds, dancing and singing, we unite mentally and psychologically. Silvania, a wonderful and beautiful place, full of pure, fresh air, a scent that draws you in and takes you back to your childhood, the singing and echoing of birds, which draws you deeper into their wonderful morning song. Children and children emerged from nature. The silence of elementals called to us, to join them in the awakening of consciousness. The natural landscape, which transmits a variety and infinity of wonders, strength, strength, feelings and adversities, mountains full of life, how small our world is, our people, in contrast to how special nature is with great adversities, what it offers us: love, tranquility, peace, and harmony. From silence to oblivion, from darkness to lig...