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They say the sky keeps secrets that only those who look with their hearts can see. Every turn of the Moon, every summer sunrise, every precise hour leaves an invisible trace, marking time with the precision of a poet. Perfection is not in the grand, but in the harmony of moments that align with life.
Matías arrived on a Wednesday in summer, at 10:43 a.m., under the light of a full Moon that seemed to know he had come to teach us about fullness.
And on a Wednesday in summer, at 10:08 a.m., he departed… also under the same lunar fullness, as if the sky had woven a perfect circle just for him.
The universe traced his path with exactness:
🔹 The number 10, opening and closing his cycle.
🔹 The same day of the week, the same season, the same light.
🔹 The Blue Moon, the closest blue Moon of the year, accompanied by Saturn, guardian of cycles and time.
Blue, his favorite color, reflected in the Moon and the sky, embracing his essence. Blue like eternity, like the moments that remain forever.
Matías came and went at his exact time, leaving a trail of light, love, and harmony that reminds us that every cycle, no matter how small, can be perfect. They are not coincidences; they are synchronicities, invisible threads weaving the perfection of moments, reminding us that every life comes and goes at its exact time.
Thus, every sunrise and every full Moon reminds us of Matías, his light, and his perfect time, eternally blue 💫🌕💙
I love you too much my dear son 👦🏻💙💙💙