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  • I am in the early hours of the night in Cape Town.I arrived from a long trip yesterday and many people would say it is jet lag.It was not I have my eyes looking at the ceiling all the night , asking for answers and the ceiling became a canvas where i saw my life.I saw myself as a child and growing up and in love and laughing and in pain.I saw my mother diying at the other side of the world without having the chance of saying good bye.I saw the love I give and the little I have in return. I saw how alien to this world I am and how just few people have the gift of understanding me as me and not as they believe I should be.I saw myself crying as a little girl and I was scared to know that the little girl is still here inside with me.Her tears had become more subtle but our hearts scream in pain the same.I saw that I came looking for a dream but to find the dream this dream must exist in some dimension.
    I did not see the dream anymore not because this one does not exist but because it is fading in my heart so fast. I need to find another dream that is beautiful and sunny and make me to want to stay forever inside. I saw the light in the middle of the night.The night was generous as normally I see the darkess in the middle of the sun.
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