La Vida Real - Profesiones.

  Chapter 5: The Mirror of the Soul By  Sergio Cano  | Bitacorastudios - La vida real profesiones April was in its prime. Flowers were no longer just promises or buds; they were a vibrant reality, turning Central Park into a canvas of the finest impressionism. Don Elías was returning from his usual visit to the dry cleaner. He had spent a long time chatting with Luciano and, though the reader did not yet know it, something was brewing between the two old friends for the young man's future. As he walked, Elías observed his surroundings with renewed curiosity. —"There is no doubt," —he whispered to himself— "that when one looks calmly, one discovers new worlds in the places we thought we knew. Under the shadow of habit, we tend to overlook the greatest treasures." He noticed, for instance, the absence of the little girl who used to sell gum by the fountain. Her absence weighed on him. In Elías’s order of the world, every piece, no matter how small, was vit...

  Chapter 4: The Center of the Storm By  Sergio Cano  | Bitacorastudios - La vida real profesiones The warm March breeze felt like a caress on the soul under the shelter of spring. For Elias, it was a gift; he felt it not only warmed his aching bones but somehow awakened his body and emotions from a long lethargy. Like a bear ending its hibernation, Elias rose from bed, stretching every fiber of his being, feeling the warmth travel through his aging shell. He stood before the thin ray of sunlight streaming through the crack in his window and enjoyed it as a true gift from the gods. For a few seconds, time stood still; for him, only that tiny fragment of light existed. He set aside his worries and focused on admiring the greatness hidden in smallness, reminding himself that the true value of things lies not in their size, but in their essence, their potential, and above all, in how they are perceived by those who witness their existence. That ray represented the hope of a ...