Creating a Tag or Burn: Imborrable.

What else more public than the public? The large numbers of people surrounding me, specially the little people, I chose them as my medium. Their hearts, to be more precisely, have been tagged by me over and over for the last three weeks during the afterschool gatherings we have. Roundups that I hope to turn into a continuous niche for them to find inspiration, joy, and happy childhood memoirs as they live in this magical town of Álamos.

I used unforgettable memories as my palette. These small creatures’ lives have been colorfully marked with playful learning experiences that will endure all years to come. Each one has chosen a dream to come true and together we have painted it in their minds, in their hearts and in their will. When you look at these boys and girls, they glow. The tag is brilliant; it reflects spontaneity, lack of control and happiness beyond their expectations. My tag has color, like the landscape before us, it is not pale, it is not neutral. It communicates to the rest of the world how good it feels to laugh and play, to inhabit a child’s soul. The tag in their hearts has a peculiarity: it ignites in the beholder the most potent desire to share, a trustworthy eagerness to belong, stronger than our need to remain alone as observers. Beware!!! Their tag is contagious; it will immediately reach you. Just a first sight, that is all it takes, and their gaze will introduce a palette of wishful thinking trough your eyes and unleash the longing to share it yet another time with someone else. You will notice it has happened when you smile.