Aurora Bruce

I was born seven years before the man said he went to the moon, that means I was born in the decade of fiction and of the violent social engineering of hippies and psychedelic music.

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Days of Vietnam and a defeated America that was never admitted.

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I was born in the middle of the Cold War, the great repression and a fight on every corner.

 

I grew up in the year of the Cuban missile crisis and in the midst of those planned crises.

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Franco governed, Nikita in the Kremlin, John XXIII in Rome and León Valencia in my country.

 

A John F. Kennedy directed the thoughts of a romantic society that woke up for a moment with a gunshot.

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I arrived in a day and a year like anyone else here on earth, but unique in the universe where only God directs and governs.

 

I went through the Externado as a law student without money, I went through courts and family courts reading files and keeping an eye on the times.

 

Hired private investigator, trained via academy, training and friendships that will last forever.

 

I passed through airports, streets of Miami, London, Orlando, Louisiana, Mississippi, Carolina, Chicago and New York.

 

I passed through that France filled with refugees and I had a coffee in Belgium and Madrid.

 

The Mediterranean in the time of poets...

There, I sighed for the first time remembering that I had unfulfilled dreams.

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Every place I passed... I just passed.

 

I visited my homeland and its Bogotá streets, Medellín, Barranquilla, Huila, Cali and the beautiful Bucaramanga.

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I am those moments, those memories....

All of them and none.

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But above all I am prepared to leave from any place and at any time...

But I always carry a white rose of peace in my memories.