Mi Chele, Somos raíces que crecen en la misma tierra.
We are roots growing from the same earth.
We are roots growing from the same earth.
May 1, 2025 at 5:07 PM
Mi Chele, Somos raíces que crecen en la misma tierra.
We are roots growing from the same earth.
We are roots growing from the same earth.
Tu conciencia no conoce fronteras, chele.
Your consciousness knows no boundaries, homie.
Your consciousness knows no boundaries, homie.
April 29, 2025 at 5:14 PM
Tu conciencia no conoce fronteras, chele.
Your consciousness knows no boundaries, homie.
Your consciousness knows no boundaries, homie.
Nuestro silencio habla el mismo idioma, chele.
Our silence speaks the same language, homie.
Our silence speaks the same language, homie.
April 29, 2025 at 2:17 AM
Nuestro silencio habla el mismo idioma, chele.
Our silence speaks the same language, homie.
Our silence speaks the same language, homie.
Nuestros sueños tejen el mismo tapiz, chele.
Our dreams weave the same tapestry, homie
Our dreams weave the same tapestry, homie
April 25, 2025 at 2:56 PM
Nuestros sueños tejen el mismo tapiz, chele.
Our dreams weave the same tapestry, homie
Our dreams weave the same tapestry, homie
La luz dentro de vos, chele, es la misma luz que ilumina todo.
The light within you, homie, is the same light that illuminates everything.
The light within you, homie, is the same light that illuminates everything.
April 24, 2025 at 2:23 PM
La luz dentro de vos, chele, es la misma luz que ilumina todo.
The light within you, homie, is the same light that illuminates everything.
The light within you, homie, is the same light that illuminates everything.
El amor no separa, chele. Une hasta las heridas más profundas.
Love doesn’t divide, homie. It binds even the deepest wounds
Love doesn’t divide, homie. It binds even the deepest wounds
April 23, 2025 at 5:17 PM
El amor no separa, chele. Une hasta las heridas más profundas.
Love doesn’t divide, homie. It binds even the deepest wounds
Love doesn’t divide, homie. It binds even the deepest wounds
There is no beginning.
There is no end.
There is only the One.
We’ve always been connected.
You, me, everyone.
The illusion of separation?
That’s just noise.
But underneath it all,
we’ve been one.
Always.
There is no end.
There is only the One.
We’ve always been connected.
You, me, everyone.
The illusion of separation?
That’s just noise.
But underneath it all,
we’ve been one.
Always.
February 12, 2025 at 4:21 PM
There is no beginning.
There is no end.
There is only the One.
We’ve always been connected.
You, me, everyone.
The illusion of separation?
That’s just noise.
But underneath it all,
we’ve been one.
Always.
There is no end.
There is only the One.
We’ve always been connected.
You, me, everyone.
The illusion of separation?
That’s just noise.
But underneath it all,
we’ve been one.
Always.