Roaming the boundless realms of imagination, indefatigable voyagers capable of metamorphosis: this is the nature of readers. (Miguel Ángel Guerrero Ramos, Bogotá).
In the artist's crucible of creation, a playful muse may whisper the same intimate secrets, yet ignite no kindred passions nor bind with gilded promises. (Miguel Ángel Guerrero Ramos).
The ceaseless quest for selfhood, a joyous odyssey through a myriad of spaces, objects, ideas, and beings. (Miguel Ángel Guerrero Ramos).
Stripping life's stage of uncertainty diminishes the play itself. Uncertainty is not a foe to conquer, but a dance partner. The fixation on security and control, or the yearning to transform life into an inflexible choreography, also steers us away from equilibrium. (Miguel Ángel Guerrero Ramos).
She transcended the boundaries of reality, her dreams and desires merging with the surreal embrace of the water. She was no longer a mere woman; she was an embodiment of the night, a siren's song echoing through the vast expanse of the cosmos. (Miguel Ángel Guerrero Ramos).
In its unfathomable eloquence, the finite body can adorn the cosmos and unveil hidden truths. (Miguel Ángel Guerrero Ramos).
In the alcove's hushed twilight, a gaze, both silken demand and veiled invitation, played across a canvas of delicate mystery. An enigma, a dance of life and death, love's caress and sorrow's sting, neither me nor she, yet everything and nothing, all at once. (Miguel Ángel Guerrero Ramos).
A solitary raindrop falls on parched earth. In the wilderness that looms before a protracted night and an epoch of unrest, the love and tranquility we must seek within are akin to that droplet. (Miguel Ángel Guerrero Ramos).
