Hope and Tears

No. Somewhere. What? Sometimes. Anyone. Nothing. Red. Sea. Family. Maybe. Although. Yes. True. Orange. Changes. Differences. All together. Scared. Creeps. Machines. Hope.


I was connected to someone in my daily dream. I don´t know who, but it was definetely a she. A white dress,barefooted and a candid smile that angels have. She reached out her hand and waited. The waiting moment was a wake up call to me. I opened my eyes. Looked up. Stars. The Universe. That feeling of infinity. Other dimensions.
At a particular stage of this dream an anthem. Sound. A rhytmic beat. Love. Words. Pray. She was finally mine.


And the fatidic day arrived.
And she feared a tear.