Below a world of birds. Above is a set of clouds making way. I go between clouds, far from the birds. I go from one place to another, climbing towards the Atlantic in a zeppelin without wheels, in a kind of trembling apparatus enveloped in an atrocious wind.

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I hate feeling the shaking of said device and I cross myself... People look at me and I laugh, I make a sign to them pointing to the sky where we are, then they understand, and they do the same; It's very fun to see when they remember that God exists. I think that God is with me, to my right, smiling at my fear of sitting comfortably on a plane.

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Only in moments when life is in the hands of others is a quiet prayer appreciated. Weak moment of being nothing in the face of the darkness of everything. I am traveling on a plane, waving in the immensity of the air, I feel a canned sigh of stiff wings and metal.

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I see many faces around me, eyes like the moon that suddenly appear to my right. Oh how pretty it looks, almost reddish!; It has a shiny halo around it – and it's not made of cheese, eh?

I had never been as close to the moon as today–; Its amber color is a torrid light in the immense darkness and I tremble when I see its splendor from so close.

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I can't stop looking at her and the idea resurfaces in which human eyes have seen her during the loneliness and longing of all the times of so much love. It is as if she slept under time; for those romantics who still think that distance circles when looking at its spherical and magical brilliance.

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Beyond, beyond, in the orbit that becomes mist, while I can no longer do anything but look at the absolute blackness of the sky, I observe the stars like remote points in front of me. How gorgeous! How divine it is to cross the atmosphere and think that nothing is impossible on the face of the Universe. The Word of God says the following: When you cross the waters, I will be with you; When you cross the rivers, they will not cover the waters. Isaiah 43:2

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I place four angels in front of me: one on my right, one on my left, behind me and the last one above me, asking the angels to watch over me during my flight.

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Then I decide to look at what is behind the window and I look at the wing of this lightning-fast bird and I see that the tip where the lights blink is shaking. I don't like that, I think that suddenly they will take off in a wobble and suddenly their strength will fall. and weight in the water. There we would all disappear. However, I pray, trust and scare away the thoughts that tempt me to fear.

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However, everything looks spectacular from above, and I forget my fear when I see so much beauty immersed in the sky. Suddenly I lean my head near the window, letting my feelings rise with emotion. I trust in God because I am strong in soul and heart, I am certain that the plane will reach its destination and everything will be at its best. River.

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I'm already arriving in New York, what a beautiful city it looks from the sky! It looks like a Christmas tree lit from the trunk to the peak where a star is placed, there it is. I dimly see the traffic within the fog like ants looking for a place among so many.

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I am flying in the height, remotely suspended in this passing ship, however, I can see the symmetry of colors, of lights; The balance of the world stops in my gaze, the rhythm of the city becomes visible before my eyes and I can hear the beat of the wind warning, the cadence in which I lose myself as the skyscrapers emerge, raising the wings of oblivion. I enjoy the moment. What I have in front of me walks on flower feet and in the hands of a poet, singing an aria – like the traveler's hymn – indicating that in shoe rubber we will take the track on a safe journey. Blessed be God because I have arrived safely! I cross myself again and notice that no one saw my protective gesture...then I smile. God loves me too much and my son is waiting for me. Blessed is he who trusts in the Lord! Proverbs 16:20.