A shimmer of moonlight on silvered leaves, a hush of the earth as the summer breathes …
A rustle of fur in the underbrush near, a heartbeat of night drawing all things near.
A tapestry spun from dusk’s gentle thread,
where shadows remember the things unsaid.

And in that space, lonely as it may sometimes feel, you are finally free to be fully, quietly, beautifully yourself …

But in that loneliness, there is also #truth. And truth, even when heavy, is what keeps my feet firm while others drift.

And maybe, just maybe, someone else who feels the same will see my fire and feel less alone too.

But maybe there’s a reason for that, too …

Maybe people like me are meant to be here now, to remember what was lost, and to remind others that it once existed … I belong to another time. That doesn’t make me naive. It makes me someone unwilling to bend to the cheapening of human worth.

When strength wasn’t measured by destruction, but by #resilience, by principles, by the willingness to risk your own life, not just take someone else’s.

I carry the weight of this dissonance every day. I navigate a modern world with an old soul.
It’s isolating sometimes.

The code of #honor, the clarity of intent, the confrontation of spirit, it all feels lost.

I don’t romanticize war.
I don’t long for bloodshed. What I long for is the meaning that once accompanied difficult things. When to fight meant to stand before someone, to look them in the eye.

Today, any coward can take a life with ease, hiding behind a weapon that requires no skill, no courage, no soul. It’s a world where human worth has been cheapened, where confrontation is often faceless, and violence is impersonal.

Not because I long for old clothes or castles, but because I feel more aligned with a time when honor meant something. A time when conflict, though inevitable, required #strategy, strength, and personal risk, not just a finger on a trigger.

Meanwhile, Musk fired back online, calling Gates a “huge liar.”
One is donating 99% of his wealth to fight disease and #poverty.
The other? Posting memes and cutting aid.

Choose your billionaire…

Una de mis pelis favoritas! La he visto muchísimas veces y no me canso.