Life

As previously written last year, if someone got to read one of those two articles, it was the contemplation about what was the past. What is past and what is present? Why is the value that we assign to the present one and once it becomes past we see it in a different way? 

Why, after five years we see it in an even further way, let alone 10? Last decade was full of so many things in my life. I cannot say in any shape or form that it was not interesting. Nevertheless, there are so many details I believe I lived about it back then in a hard way, but these now do not look that dark, and those that were of joy are now seen by me as splendid ones.

If I look back,  I see myself sitting somewhere, in a park close by, surrounded by that smell of rice, chicken, vegetable soup and passion fruit,   so distinctive and unique of the the typical "almuerzo ejecutivo"   a day in the week, and I'm there just wondering and flying.    At home,  I have an unconditional mom,  I might have a spring-like grand mother,  and I have Laz y Nik at their prime.  Running, galloping, unconditionally loving.     My mind however, accustomed to that,  wonders of to Prague.   To being there again,   to be living what I had already lost or better to say now,  that I had already lived and passed.      Back then,  what would have I given in order to be in Europe again?

Come back to the present!   It's almost February 2023.   Last year was surreal.   I never purposefully manifested anything,  yet from the heavens, to me it has been given an unconditional girl, unconditional love,  I have walked and loved with her in Charles Bridge not so many months ago.   It was,  as if it had been a dream.   And Europe is now open.   Health is here.   Yet,  what am I to do?    I want to be with my cats too.   First and foremost as I see and feel time approching.    

I have what I had dreamed of in the past.   I gently tell all this that is offered:  Please!  do wait!    I want to enjoy,  I want to live with my cats and in my home,  what I had so desperately wished for coming to its end a decade ago. 

Noon's dream that you bestowed upon me grand illusion
Noon's dream through which I flew to distant Prague
Come near, but not nearest!  

For what I have plentifully had in many a years,  brittles to its ending line
From my heart,   almost shattered by fear and sadness of change, 
I ask just one thing:
Let me listen to breakfast's music,  let me hug their furry, purring selves,  let me enjoy my home!