Life — Hive

In the immensity of time life clings, lights and shadows, time, dreams and desires, hearts beat like stars. The sun is like a needle that pierces laughter and tears in a trap.

Each word is a rhythm, each silence is a pause in the music. This is life, a mystery without an answer, the mystery that challenges our strong life, we live to love, we stop living to love, create, dream, before cutting the last thread.

What else can I prove about life? It is that music that gives us life and is transmitted with the wind giving more life.

That essence that science has not been able to see, but like love and feelings it is felt in its own life, without seeing it.