Hola preciosa y azucarada abejita, ¿Cuantas veces has tenido dos veces el mismo sueño? o ¿cuantas veces has tenido tres veces el mismo sueño?, es realmente dificil, sobre todo si en cada uno de ellos existe una continuidad. Esta entrada es para ESE sueño, tanto literal como metaforicamente, no hay nada de ciencia aqui, solo lineas con intento de ser una prosa cargado de mucho sentimiento que nacen de un corazón con alerta roja, (y aqui voy de nuevo, pero esa es otra historia).

PD: Es necesaria la pista que te recomendaré para que te sientas en ambiente, y sientas lo que yo siento mientras descargo mi incontinencia verbal.

🎵🔊 Stop The Clocks-LA

How many times have you had the same dream twice, or how many times have you had the same dream three times, it is really difficult, especially if in each of them there is a continuity. This entry is for THAT dream, both literally and metaphorically, there is no science here, just lines with an attempt to be a prose loaded with a lot of feeling born from a heart with a red alert, (and here I go again, but that's another story).
PS: It is necessary the track that I will recommend to you so that you feel in the environment, and feel what I feel while I unload my verbal incontinence.

🎵🔊 Stop The Clocks-LA

Habían pasado 10.530 días en los que despertaba y se enfocaba en la misma rutina, las ganas de crecer y esforzarse cada día un poco más, en superarse a ella misma y demostrarse que siempre puede un poco más.
Su vida era normal, con el detalle que la vida se había excedido en enseñarle empatía y sensibilidad. Y que en un mundo de oportunismo y tiburones, esto no era bueno.Sin embargo, a pesar de las turbulencias, nunca dejó de ser ella, su corazón se había dañado por creer siempre en las oportunidades. A pesar de ver el verdadero rostro de la vida continuaba creyendo que las personas muy malas siempre pueden tener sentimientos muy buenos.

10.530 días en los que la chica del espejo le decía, "puedes con esto y más". Ella cuestionaba su futuro y su felicidad y es que tal vez por la ausencia de una figura paterna, había desarrollado apego emocional y una devoción por el amor que hoy día no es común. Cada mañana se preguntaba si la felicidad estaba hecha para ella, o tal vez era algo que no estaba escrito en el libro de su vida, quizás la felicidad que le esperaba era algún pasatiempo, un bebé en adopción o cualquier otra cosa muy lejos del amor de un hombre.

Ese amor que iba más allá de lo fisico, de lo material, ella solo quería amor, atención, un amor puro, uno que no se dañara con el pasar del tiempo, uno que no se corrumpiera con las falsas promesas de la sociedad, uno que estuviera por encima de cualquier "pero", uno que no la juzgara por amar demasiado, y que eso no fuera un problema aunque los psicologos lo vieran como algo malo. Simplemente cuando amas de verdad,todo se vuelve posible.

10.530 dias en los que su rostro fué cambiando frente al espejo,ese reflejo que algunos días eran llenos de motivación y otros llenos de desilusión. 10.530 dias en los que la vida era eso terminar de cepillarte con una sonrisa y decirle a su reflejo "aquí vamos una vez más"

It had been 10,530 days in which she woke up and focused on the same routine, the desire to grow and strive every day a little more, to surpass herself and prove that she can always do a little more.
Her life was normal, with the detail that life had gone overboard in teaching her empathy and sensitivity. And that in a world of opportunism and sharks, this was not good, but despite the turbulence, she never stopped being her, her heart had been damaged by always believing in oprotunities. Despite seeing the true face of life she continued to believe that very bad people can always have very good feelings.10,530 days of the girl in the mirror telling her, "you can handle this and more".
She questioned her future and her happiness, and perhaps because of the absence of a father figure, she had developed emotional attachment and a devotion to love that is not common today. Every morning she wondered if happiness was made for her, or maybe it was something that was not written in the book of her life, maybe the happiness that awaited her was some hobby, a baby for adoption or anything else far away from the love of a man.That love that went beyond the physical, the material, she only wanted love, attention, a pure love, one that would not be damaged with the passing of time, one that would not be corrected by the false promises of society, one that would be above any "but", one that would not judge her for loving too much, and that this would not be a problem even if psychologists saw it as a bad thing. Simply when you truly love, everything becomes possible.
10,530 days in which her face was changing in front of the mirror, that reflection that some days were full of motivation and others full of disappointment.
10,530 days in which life was that of finishing brushing your hair with a smile and telling your reflection "here we go one more time"

Como todo sueño random lo olvide, y pasados varios meses el sueño volvió, y así se hizo costumbre, cada 7 u 8 meses decidias solo aparecer y hacerme felíz por un par de minutos. Todo era tan consistente que tuve que comunicarlo, dar detalles, y tal vez hablar con un pintor profesional para que hiciera un portaretrato hablado. Era frustrante sentirte tan real y que solo fueras un sueño. En los ultimos sueños lloraba cuando despertaba, mi vida se había convertido en un caos y tu eras mi tranquilidad en medio de la tormenta, recuerdo que al despertar me esforzaba por volver a dormir y volver a encontrar a mi chico de ojos azules con su lindo carro azul.

La sensación de amor verdadero, los lazos que se sentían ya eran muy fuertes, siempre me esperabas, y en el ultimo sueño estabas con una niña rubia. Ese día al despertar, tuve mucho miedo, no sabia si era una despedida,si me decias que ya existia alguien más, no sabía qué pasaba, y lloré como si de un amor real se tratase. Deteste el hecho, tanto que no quería volver a soñarte, simplemente decidí continuar con mi vida. El tiempo y los meses siguieron su camino, y tu dejaste de aparecer.

You appeared with your blond and golden hair, combed slightly to one side, you smiled at me and looked me in the eyes, clear eyes and with some uniform that at that moment I did not decipher, that feeling of protection left me marked since that night, you were very brief, and without thinking about it I had already woken up from the dream, I lasted hours smiling, thinking that those feelings only happened in dreams. Like every random dream I forgot it, and after several times the dream came back, and so it became a habit, every 7 or 8 months you decided to appear and make me happy for a couple of minutes. Everything was so consistent that I had to communicate it, give details, and maybe talk to a professional painter to do a talking portrait. It was frustrating to feel so real and you were just a dream. In the last dreams I would cry when I woke up, my life had become chaos and you were my calmness in the middle of the storm, I remember waking up struggling to go back to sleep and find my blue eyed boy with his cute blue car again. The feeling of true love, the bonds that were felt were already very strong, you were always waiting for me, and in the last dream you were with a blonde girl. That day when I woke up, I was very afraid, I didn't know if it was a farewell, if you were telling me that someone else already existed, I didn't know what was happening, and I cried as if it were a real love. I hated the fact, so much that I didn't want to dream of you again, I simply decided to continue with my life. Time and months went by, and you stopped appearing.

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