Dream on, until it comes true

Después de una charla intensa con el super religioso amigo que tengo, quise ponerme a escuchar música con letras positivas, de esas que uno siempre se vuela cuando pone el media player a sonar.

Un montón de canciones de Serrat me persiguieron, incluyendo la tan cantaleteada "Hoy puede ser un gran día". Luego del despliegue de sonidos me tocó escuchar "Dream on" de Aerosmith. Me quedé encharcada, quizás por la lluvia que se oía a menos de diez centímetros de mi cabeza, quizás por el hartazgo de la big-blue-box, o bien quizás por la desesperación que me ha entrado en estos últimos días de pensar en que se vuelva realidad ese sueño, el punto es que en ese recorrido mental cíclico, repetí unas cuatro veces esa canción.

Recuerdo ahora que no hay desperdicios en esa lista de cosas que suenan en tiempos en que se le demanda. Quizás mi himno deba ser ese "Dream on", hasta que sucedan las cosas...

Dream on

Aerosmith

Every time that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It went by, like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

Yeah, I know nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life
Is in books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools and
From sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laugh, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away, yeah

Yeah, sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laugh, sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream until the dream come true
Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream until your dream comes true
Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream On Dream On
Dream On Dream On

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laugh, sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laugh, sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

The disaster of the modern

This is it, it has arrived. My second day off in this opening mess (mess in a good way).


It is weird to wake up at seven, then eight, followed by nine and finally decide that ten is the correct answer for the alarm to stop. It happened, I woke up to see a face I haven't seen since four days and, to realize I was building up the same atmosphere once one of my boss had *and told me about it. I was sleeping and getting up in the same exhausted level. I was not inspired, I was not happy at all.

I had my crêpe with a bit of syrup instead of strawberries and cheese. I read the news, took a shower and decided to go to my mom's house. I miss her, I do, I don't deny that everytime I don't have a morning warm coffee I think of her, even though I dropped coffee three months ago. I miss her food, her constant telling of "what to eat, how to eat and when to eat it", I miss it. I miss my sisters too, especially my sweet Carmina, I miss her laugh, her fingers, her hair, her smile, I really do miss her. I think I miss a big part of my old life, the early arrivals chez moi, the arguing with dad, the minuscule things and taughts of him. I miss it too.

I really would like to twist a little bit this modern-used way of living. I have never lived like this before, running, screaming, feeling overwhelmed in all circumstances. I believe I'm getting into a non stop freeway of modern living, producing what we can later not use because of the lack of time and rest. I believe in so many differents ways of fixing things, I have been positive about it lately. I affirm it is never too late to change bit by bit, but, I also believe, time will tell well when to stop and how. Probably he sent me already all possible signs, probably it is time to really wake up and smell the coffee.