Image courtesy of @xpilar.

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Thanks to @xpilar for inspiring us based on his beautiful digital art.

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La vida emerge, las palmeras de la esperanza.

Por mucho tiempo la sequía nos invadió, las plantas eran algo inexistente, algo que veíamos solo en libros, parecían leyendas de aquella época verde en donde el césped se sentía suave bajo los pies de las personas cansadas.

Atrás habían quedado esas macetas de flores coloridas, esas que regalaban fragancias distintas, dulces y embriagadoras, aromas de vida natural.

Crecí en esta época donde la sequedad era lo cotidiano, en donde el agua de la lluvia era absorbida por maquinaria futurista, era algo valioso digno de las grandes masas, de la élite, los pobres como nosotros no podíamos disfrutar de aquello que antes era un derecho.

Miraba la tierra agrietada y dura, clamaba por agua al igual que todos nosotros, pagaba las culpas de personas inescrupulosas que se apoderaba de todo, estoy segura de que si pudieran se robaran al mismísimo sol para dejarnos en penumbras, una diversión malsana la de estas personas hambrientas de poder.

En mi cajita de cartón guardaba tesoros, no era dinero, claro que no, eran semillas de gran variedad, al verlas les impregnó mi esperanza y ante todo mi deseo de verlas crecer, de verlas renacer esta tierra árida.

Pasaron algunas semanas y decidí realizar aquello que por tanto tiempo no hice por miedo, tome una cuchara y cave un agujero, no tan profunda ni tan ligero, puse semillas, eran un poco más grandes que las demás, no sabía de qué eran, antes de plantarlas les di un tierno beso, les susurre que crecieran fuertes y poderosas y nos ayudarán a renacer nuevamente.

Al pasar las semanas y los meses aquellas semillas germinaron, nacieron de ellas unas palmeras y de esas palmeras llegó agua, empezó a renacer la tierra de la esperanza, así llame a mis palmeras, las primeras de este nuevo verde y bello mundo, las palmeras de la esperanza brillan cada noche y nos renuevan la fe en esta vida.

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Life emerges, the palm trees of hope.

For a long time the drought invaded us, the plants were something non-existent, something that we only saw in books, they looked like legends of that green time where the grass felt soft under the feet of tired people.

Gone were those pots of colorful flowers, those that gave different fragrances, sweet and intoxicating, aromas of natural life.

I grew up in this era where dryness was the daily thing, where rainwater was absorbed by futuristic machinery, it was something worthy worthy of the great masses, of the elite, the poor like us could not enjoy what was previously a law.

He looked at the cracked and hard earth, he cried for water like all of us, he paid the faults of unscrupulous people who took possession of everything, I am sure that if they could they would steal the sun itself to leave us in darkness, an unhealthy fun of these power hungry people.

In my cardboard box I kept treasures, it was not money, of course not, they were seeds of great variety, seeing them impregnated my hope and above all my desire to see them grow, to see them reborn this arid land.

A few weeks passed and I decided to do what I did not do for fear for so long, take a spoon and dig a hole, not so deep or light, I put seeds, they were a little bigger than the others, I did not know what they were, before to plant them I gave them a tender kiss, I whispered that they grow strong and powerful and they will help us to be reborn again.

As the weeks and months passed, those seeds germinated, some palm trees were born from them and water came from those palm trees, the land of hope began to be reborn, that's what I called my palm trees, the first of this new and beautiful world, palm trees of hope they shine every night and renew our faith in this life.

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