Dreams could be generous, serving the better goods of others, dreams could be insignificant, just attached to a certain moment. But I do believe in the power of dreams, they are the energy behind some our unexplained actions.
Some of latest dreams:
To take a cruise with Peter, to simply enjoy the salty smells, to loose myself in the endless blue, to have just for a second the feeling of being stranded.
To sleep more, somehow after New Year's Eve I feel the lack of good sound deep sleep. But in the end you cannot plan it, but you have the chance of dreaming more right? :)
To find silence of mind, so many thoughts, so many ideas. Just to rest, relax and enjoy the lack of words, actions, facts.
To have a weekend just for us, without any plans. And you know what I have a feeling that this weekend will be just that! Am I a dreamer? Maybe ...
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The BFF group challenge no 113 should be based on the Sweet Dreams song by Eurythmics and I consider it very appropiate to mix the music with a wonderful poem by Nichita Stanescu, a Romanian poet.
"The Golden Age of Love" by Nichita Stanescu
My hands are in love,
alas, my mouth loves -
and see, I am suddenly aware
that things are so close to me
I can hardly walk among them
without suffering.
It is a sweet feeling
of waking, of dreaming,
and I am here now, without sleep -
I clearly see the ivory gods,
I take them in my hands and
thrust them, laughing, in the moon
up to their sculpted hilts -
the wheel of an ancient ship, adorned
and spun by sailors.
Jupiter is yellow, Hera
the magnificent shades to silver.
I strike the wheel with my left hand and it moves.
It is a dance of sentiments, my love,
many a goddess of the air, between the two of us.
And I, the sail of my soul
billowed with longing,
look for you everywhere, and things come
ever closer,
crowding my chest, hurting me.
"A story is not like a road to follow … it's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside is altered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the visitor, the reader, are altered as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it is ample and easy or full of crooked turns, or sparsely or opulently furnished. You can go back again and again, and the house, the story, always contains more than you saw the last time. It also has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you."
by Alice Munro
