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Friday, September 09, 2005

2:48 PM - Dreaming home

Last night I could saw myself walking in the neighborhood. Just my footsteps were resounding in thin air. I was just one block away from home. I was walking rapidly on a constant pace. Nevertheless, I was getting nowhere and I thought I would never arrive home by midnight. But I wasn't worry, I knew somehow I get home anyway. It was a sense of confidence, a feeling of centre.
But as I walked the block I noticed something. Nigth was becoming a shelter for my thoughts. Feelings just roll out of me in various forms and they brought me a gift far beyond crepuscular night. They brought me a gift of challenge, of peace and calm between sheets.
Sincerely, it was spectacular. Stars collide with my thoughts gaving birth a corposant. With that light I could saw my house. But what was inside made my vision wonderful. I saw my wife and my son.




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