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Writing projects: literary and poetical explorations | Valentina Grisales
In the beginning, there was a word,
Born from an open and tender heart.
The word took the shape of an intangible state,
That which cannot be touched,
taught me that wonder is the doorway to all marvels.
A call for attention was born with it
A gentle and subtle stimulus,
To grasp that the world is made up of many worlds.
Just as words are made up of many words.
The word multiplied,
And was embraced as a devotional practice
So vital is what is born in the world of worlds,
That one loses count in the immensity of births
In the beginning, there was a word,
Which faded into the realm of beauty;
It died as I held it in my hands,
Not knowing that along its path,
it had woven the language of all creation.
