miércoles, 25 de marzo de 2009


I dreamed of a very beautiful man, a charismatic magician; neither blond, nor dark; thin, subtle. We were in my Father’s house. We were a group of young people, in this house full of alcoves and magical things, mysterious charms. The presence of my Father was there, in parts of the house that were being transformed, in a white bird- very small - very special. Presence 7: us guys, we were discovering things about ourselves, about the night, nature, and it was mainly that man who was guiding us. I was completely bewildered by him. To be near him filled me with energy. Suddenly he was touching my hair and he said that I smelled like a lioness, I wanted to get closer to him, to kiss him, to melt into him; then M. appeared (energy 7) and said to me that he could not be with me, because he belonged to her. I swore: how is it possible that his energy couldn’t be mine?! He is still there…
and then this is New York and I realise that I am dreaming and then I want to stay with him: there are lots of frogs reproducing. He starts to transform, he is a man that is all men, he is not himself anymore, he tells me to be patient, that I was born in a time when there was a lot of fruit and that I will continue in this stage of my life, which is not very interesting, or amusing, but that I must patient, and then he vanishes in a puff of smoke.