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  Chapter 7: Words of Iron By  Sergio Cano  | Bitacorastudios - La vida real profesiones Summer did not wait. In the blink of an eye, the fruits of spring were nourished by a copious rain. In an almost poetic way, June took it upon itself to return, all at once, all the water that the rest of the year had withheld, unleashing a storm that imbued the city with an atmosphere worthy of a gothic suspense novel. That afternoon, Mateo returned from work soaked from head to toe, but wearing a smile that contrasted with the gray tone of the city. From a distance, one could perceive how that smile radiated a vivid yellow around him, infecting anyone who crossed the young man's path. "Good afternoon!" he would say upon crossing paths with any stranger, and with each person he encountered, that smile grew larger. He felt such happiness in his "gut" that he couldn't contain it; it was as if it overflowed on its own. A few hours earlier, upon arriving at work at 6:00 a.m...

  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 ...

  Chapter 3: The Bridge of Effort By  Sergio Cano  | Bitacorastudios - La vida real profesiones The January chill yielded to the biting winds of February—the kind of air that doesn’t just cool the skin but seems intent on carrying away the promises made in the warmth of a New Year's coffee. A month had passed. A full lunar cycle during which Don Elias, with the punctuality of an ancient clock, attended his appointment at the Bank of Peace. In his pocket, a hundred-peso bill waited, warmed by the touch of his fingers; but the young man did not appear. Anyone else would have considered the investment lost, but Elias was not just anyone. He possessed that rare blend of a warrior’s patience and a stubborn faith in human architecture. He had seen something more than hunger in the boy's eyes; he had seen the engine of a leader, seized for lack of oil. Elias knew the young man didn’t need charity; he needed an architect to help him redesign his foundations. However, in early Feb...