20/08/2026
🐾 … age is a country of its own … no one is born there … you arrive slowly … by way of everything you lose ...
An old dog holds that citizenship too … not as somebody’s shadow … and not as a four-legged service to human loneliness … he has his own winters in the bones, his own map of a town, his own dead … he carries them the way animals do, without words … in the body … in the small pause before lying down. Whoever thinks a dog merely „stays” has never watched one decide, morning after morning … where he belongs. Staying is not his function … it is his conclusion.
Colombia is living through days that shake the ground and everything built on it … and it is worth noticing who sits calmest when the earth turns nervous … the old. Not because they are unafraid, but because they have lived on unsteady ground before … every long life is a history of small earthquakes survived … losses that moved the floor, years rebuilt from rubble no one else could see. The old have done all of it already … quietly, without ministries and without cameras … they have outlasted worse weather than weather.
So this is not fragility, whatever the eye first insists. These are two masters of a difficult craft … the craft of remaining alive … and warm … and next to someone they love, on an earth that has never once promised to hold still.
📍 … Támesis, Antioquia, Colombia
🎥 … Thank You, Monica … 🤍
