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  • Many of the bridges of life
    Don´t seem to be constructed
    By professionals.
    They are makeshift,
    We have to invent them for ourselves
    To get from this moment
    To the next.
    Often they seem to be
    Hanging bridges:
    While we move,
    They sway,
    They might even fall
    Under our weight.
    We want to stop,
    Stand still,
    But then we notice the fragility of
    The place
    And our fear grows immense…

    Don´t hesitate:
    Keep looking just in front of you,
    Watch your steps,
    Don´t stop,
    Keep on,
    With a rhythm
    That you feel
    Is your very own.

    Then: dancing
    In unison
    With the swaying bridge
    You will safely reach
    The other shore!


    Photography by Gabriel Suárez: Kiki crossing a hanging bridge over a river near La ruta del café close to Tapachula, Chiapas
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