dreams coming

I had a dream where I didn't make it to my enrolled class because it had crossed with work. in fact, I was never going to make it, because I had another responsibility already set at that time, and I would miss out on learning in that class, on meeting my classmates and whoever was dictating. and I would fail, and all that goes with it. I had that dream.

it's a dream I've had several times in my life. and sometimes it repeats itself.

and what I know because I have studied the science of dreams, is that it means that there are things that I want to do, that's why I enrolled, but they intersect with previous tasks and responsibilities and I can't do them. so, it's a sign of my frustration, of not being able to do everything I would like to do because I have things to fulfill and accomplish. then life goes in those responsibilities and there are crossroads where I have to let go of what I would like to do because I don't have the time, the strength, the dedication. it's hard to let go. it's hard not to do everything. it's hard. and today I can say that learning the science of dreams is something new.

I also think that there is no such thing as a life purpose, which is very selfish. There are tendencies and abilities, but the truth is that there is nothing pre-established. I will keep thinking about it, this Wednesday holiday. see you soon.

begin CV of failures

do you have your dreams or don't you dare to dream them? 

there is this belief of horror that is having high expectations, and that generates frustration. instead, creativity and I make the decisions, and you: fear, will be somewhere close by. I know you won't leave, but you won't be at the wheel anymore. Nevermore.

long live and prosper to boldly go where no man has gone before. always epic and hope, the heart within me.

Sinéad O'Connor d.e.p

In 1992, after breaking the Pope's photo, Sinéad sings at Madison Square Garden in a tribute. The crowd booed her and stopped her from singing. She draws the strength of a lioness, between pain and rage she sings with dignity until the end, looking at her executioners. And she withdraws to the side, where she breaks.

She is a heroine for me, an incredible woman who suffered a lot. Justice and peace be with your courageous heart, Sinéad!

Hello

On a winter night, I keep thinking of you, believing, and feeling. like a soft wave under the sonorous mantle, sounding 3 times, of the siren song, that could come out of a park that crosses the military avenue.

I feel you dancing in a hall, under the astral mirror, that led us to meet for the first time, and I impressed you that Wednesday of spring.  dancing together, it's a strange memory. even today I still believe you were my destiny. but you broke our contact and then, you're far away from me. and for all the wrong reasons, my feeling feels close to thinking of you and bringing you into waves of magic and water, this winter night of the 29th.

lose my head

time heals everything, they say. but if only I knew how... besides crying is a rainbow of cymatics flow. I know you don't understand me: kisses and speech, laughter and lenses, are signs of the times of pardon. 

I wonder under the shower, how will the honey run over your skin this coming winter.  The elegy of thirteen could be green.