Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Crazy dream

It was 8 in the evening and I was standing in an open field. Heavy lights suddenly opened like the ones you see on TV during a football game. It was too bright that I covered my eyes. For a moment I tried to keep away from the brightness and then a cheerful music was played. Hey, I know this song, I said to myself. How can I forget, and then I saw you. Astonished, I watched you sing: "I don't remember what day it was. I didn't notice what time it was. All i know is that i fell in love with you. And if all my dreams come true. I'll be spending time with you. Every day's a new day in love with you. With each day comes a new way of loving you. Every time i kiss your lips my mind starts to wonder. And if all my dreams come true I'll be spending time with you." You danced the otso-otso so cute while singing that I couldn't help but laugh so loud. "You make my night," I shouted. And then I woke up, it was past 6. What a crazy dream, I muttered.

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