MUNDOS ROTOS
These worlds are broken; they are many—shattered and lost—and I truly do not know how we landed here. These worlds are broken, their cracks so deep that we risk falling into the abyss. Each day becomes a solemn task: to bind this fractured ground to our souls. These worlds are broken, fractured by forces of conflict and neglect, where the delicate balance of life has been shattered by violence, loss, and the relentless tides of time. Blinded by the clamor of life and the ceaseless demands that ensnare us, we fail to behold the hearts of one another.
These worlds bear the scars of forgotten promises, fractured relationships, and the relentless pursuit of power that disregards the human cost. In their breaking, they reveal a profound vulnerability beneath the surface—how fragile our connections truly are, how unable we are to heal together, and how easily the threads that bind us may unravel. Yet within this brokenness lies a quiet testament to resilience. Will it flourish? It is a silent summons to acknowledge our shared wounds and seek healing beyond the ruins. Are we brave enough? How deep is your love? My love, our love. I’ve missed you; therefore, I missed myself. There’s so much debris I can’t see you. I can’t see myself in the reflection.
Are we willing souls, ready to do the work?
In these shattered fragments, worlds collide and bleed; dreams lie fractured beneath the weight of silence. Yet from these cracks, a fragile light emerges—whispers of hope weaving through the ruins, reminding us that even brokenness bears the seed of rebirth and the promise of new beginnings.
It is urgent that we see each other eye to eye; we cannot let time slip away.
— Kianí del Valle
