breaking and entering

I've been having weird dreams lately. Two nights ago I dreamt that my neighbor and a mob of his friends tried and succeeded at breaking into my home. I was scare because I was with my children. I told my son to dial 911 but his attempts were unsuccessful. When I dialed, I was unable to dial too. It was horrible, I felt helpless and woke up out of breath.

Mis Hombre Aventuras --- My Men Adventures ---------!!!!

So we reunited again during one of my travels to Latin America  only this time we knew that we were caught in  what could potentially lead us to a riveting affair we waited for twenty-something years or so.  You looked older, and though in reality you are younger than me,  you had not aged as well as I, yet those features I liked of you when we remained, your blond hair, fair skin, tall, and lean body..intact.
You led me to your condo by the beach, it was huge. I knew we would have some fun there, catching up... but instead you wanted to make love to me for lack of a better word. The word "sex" occurred to me but sounded  cheap and meaningless though I knew perfectly well that we weren't in love, and never were and suddenly realized that I didn't want to be with you anymore and did not have the heart to turn you away. So I went to the bathroom disrobed and took a shower hoping that perhaps you would join me and I would have a change of heart but that didn't work. You waited for me half naked on your bed and I was taken away by your gorgeous body, how could I be so lucky and not want to sleep with you? And its true, I didn't want to but willed myself to you and we kissed, yet the kiss lacked passion, feeling, and I felt it though I doubt you felt that way too. You wanted to have unprotected sex and I cleverly said ' you don't know where I've been, nor do I know where you've been...' and you realized that I was right and fumbled around looking for a a condom.  I was buying myself time, but my hear was not with you so as you looked, I wrapped my arms around you and whispered in your ear...'you know, I had the biggest crush on you in junior high school, and when I told you how I felt, all you said was 'thank you'. --- and that's the truth, I remember it well, could not forget that to this day...and as I reminded you of that moment, I smiled, because it didn't matter to me anymore, it was something that I just remembered as a funny anecdote , because boys can be so funny and imature when they are young. And there I was naked, about to make love to you.... about to have you and I didn't want you.
You didn't sense this.. and as I reflected on this irony of the moment,  I realized that I could not justify making love to you without loving you and decided to walk away forever.

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1.03.01

You and I ... till the end of the World

It's been a long time since I've met you boy, and part of me thinks I've  forgotten about you  and yet part of me knows that I don't. But last night, you chose to manifest yourself and creep out of my subconscious right into my dreams. For the record, we didn't hold a serious relationship, we drifted together one summer night on the bus ride to Acapulco... and fell in love in a series of meaningful yet playful conversations typical of eighteen year old's, so as you can imagine they were as deep as can be when you are that young.
But going back to my dream... we were back in time, but older. I knew if because I noticed wrinkles on my face, and also noticed them on yours when I checked briefly as you pressed me tightly against your chest. We enjoyed each others company but there was no sexual tension. Who know where it went, but I wanted to be there with you nonetheless.
We enjoyed the cool night breeze as we gazed up at the stars from the rooftop of my house. I knew it was bizarre sitting beside you in silence when we usually have so much to say. My young cousin was desperately trying to draw your attention, but we just stared at the spectacle she made of herself. She was pretty, but not as pretty as me. I was secure of your affection towards me... (you always made me feel that way.)
One winter evening and barely saying a word, we found our way to Canada and then we boarded the next train to Alaska.  The cold weather didn't stop us, we were bundled up. If love led the way, we knew instinctively that we were destined to nowhere but we withstood the heartache of the inevitable...only a few more hours and we would be there. We witnessed how others prepared for the end, the government rounded up the last of the few that were still trying to leave, but you and I knew there was no way to save anyone anymore, we knew it though we didn't say it.
The tides rose on the horizon, the open sea was monstrous, menacing, promising to come and wash us away if we didn't flee. Officers led us to an abandoned school, sickly children were nursed by volunteers. I knew we wouldn't survive, nobody would. Love nor God could save us from the inevitable.... the world was running on time, we were on a crash course collision to the end of time as we know it...

the wedding revisited

Most people would say that people can forget other people, but I'm not like most people. I have a tendency to remember a lot of strange people.As I prepared to go to my cousins' wedding ( the one I went to three weeks ago ) I realized that I had packed so many things, and they were scattered around many different places. I found pairs of earnings. I even lost my cell phone or had no signal or something in that nature. Then I thought I saw him, and the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced it was him. He saw me too, and we both realized we were once again in the same place. We didn't have a conversation yet we knew we had finally made contact. He was dressed nicely, had a vest on and a pair of corduroy jeans. He looked very stylish, not unlike the young boy he used to be. Somehow I thought he would be old and fat, but he did not disappoint my expectations. I knew I had changed, and reached a dead end and realized I had not payed much attention to where I was driving. I sought a chance to speak with him, but the more time passed the less chances there were to strike up a conversation.

I'd lost my children s' clothes and feared it had been lost.

calm resolution

I am overwhelmed. The sea looks calm in the horizon. Too calm. Then I remember the tsunami warning signs. It ocean is pulling back and the worst is yet to come. And so, I glance back again and sure enough, there it is. A humongous tidal wave, of the worst kind. I don't even bother to run away from it. I brace myself for destruction, for an eminent death. Would it be slow or quick? I would soon find out. The wave crashed furiously over everything, engulfing everything in its way. I managed to swim afloat, I survived, but I feared others were not as lucky. As I recall everything happened so quickly. Ask me if there were survivors and I'll say yes, but I knew none of these people. I shared with them my survival story, and explained how I took my fate with calm resolution, and how I believed that was the reason why I lived to tell my story. If others were so lucky, but none were people I knew....

save me

I see my son by the swimming pool. As I approach him I notice his grandfather and seven year old uncle are there too. Another man stands with his chubby son by the pool. His son seems to be the bullying kind, but acts like an angel as I approach. Suddenly my son is not in sight. I sense that something is wrong and my worst fears are confirmed when I see a shadow below the water in the deep end of the pool. I asked my dad if he had seen him and he said he was there a minute ago. My son does not know how to swim. I lunged towards him, fearing the worst. I tried my best to reach him before it was too late. I woke up instantly and felt relief when I realized it was just a bad dream.

espejismos

Cuando creo que te has ido, regresas, y es que resulta que anoche soñe contigo. Ni si quiera entiendo porque sucedio. Pero resultaste esa noche, como en tantas otras noches. No te habia visto en un buen tiempo, por eso verte me parecio agradable, sobre todo cuando hace mucho que no te veo ni en foto. Eras el mismo, el de siempre. Reconozco que los años no pasaban por ti, eras el mismo niño regio y delgado que conocia. Sin duda. Habias vuelto pero comprendia que esta vez ya no era por mi, si no por el azar de la vida que nos volviamos a trompezar. Parte de mi aun se sentia como aquella muchacha joven que conociste. Esta oportunidad no era para volvernos a amar. No, esos dias ya no podian existir entre los dos. Muchas cosas habian cambiado, pero nuestro aspecto fisico se habia paralizado en el tiempo. Te hablaba como si no recordaramos las circumstancias en las que nos dejamos de hablar. Parte de ti me habia perdonado eso, y parte de mi preferia no recordarlo. Asi aprendi que estubiste trabajando en varios hoteles, fuiste gerente de una pizzeria conocida, inclusive llegaste hasta la gran manzana, pero segun me decias, no era gran cambio. Caminamos juntos, pero separados, quizas tomariamos una copa en un bar, quizas no nos volveriamos a ver cuando salieramos del edificio. Pero supe que aun estabas, y que me perdonaste por la manera en que te trate la ultima vez que conversamos. No se si hayas muerto, pero comienzo a creer que te moriste hace tiempo, te he buscado, pero en ningun lugar te encuentro. Todo indica que te trago la tierra, y por ahora la unica manera de comunicarnos es por sueños/.