Memories of love spark dreams of comfort

I won't pretend to know what happened last night.
I decided to play the 8 hour Sleep by Max Richter, that by his own admission,  is a piece intended to be appreciated while sleeping.
I know that I had a couple of dreams that were very soothing.
One was about power sockets that needed replacement.
Another was about soothing displays of affection towards me. They were inspired by a love lived not so long ago and yet still yearned. I cannot say if the music just reflected a wish that seems to be impossible to take place in the current time line, but somehow felt as comfortable as the overwhelming nature of a perfect moment shared by two people who love each other without conditions, without rules, just fulfilling a desired to be accepted by the only person that makes sense.
The dream was not sensual, but it had the kindness of a kiss invented to express recognition of existence. On that moment, the memory of that kiss, felt to me as if I was the most significant person to the one that was kissing me. It was not a glorification, but tender, cared.
How the words fail  me now. How the  poet in me is still trapped in that dream, and refuses to put in to words the intensity of a love shared on a dream.
Sadly, this is the realm of reality, and I have no substance of experience to realize the nature of that feeling.
All I know is that is inspired by a moment once shared, and now is but a wishful thinking of that which reality brings me no further. The uniqueness of the purest kiss, conceived by the fairest of those who ever lived, can only be relived in this dreamers dream, for the motionless train can no longer carry the love of two, when one is burden by some other sort of love.
Of my lover I can only say this.
I hope that she may find in this reality a love so passionate and pure, as the one I lived on my memories last night as was performed by the cast of players of my dreams.
Selfishly, I shameless confess that I wish nothing more than to be the lover that gives and receives the building blocks of memories not yet formed, but forever yearned.
Dammit I love you
The emptiness lingers still as you are no where to be found, by your will alone.
May your will keep you out of harms way and remind you of endearing memories of my love for you, so that you may wake up in a dream fulfilled by your loving memories of me.

Natasha e José

Natasha and José are a couple that celebrated the combined age of 100.
This happened today.
They did it in style.
They prepared their favourite dishes.
They gather friends, family and me.
To this day I had never seen José and I saw Natasha once at a birthday party.
But today, I was immersed in this rather unusual celebration, by one of her friends, someone who has become quite a remarkable friend as of late.
I saw people saying poetry, performing mini sketches, interviewing the birthday boy and girl, singing songs, mimeing in group, wearing ballons on the head. It was an homage, not just to Natasha and José but also to the people who mean the most to them. I saw a true celebration of love.
It was almost anthropological my interaction with these dozens of people as I was an appointed outsider that was cordially allowed to witness one of the most impressive displays of love I have seen in recent years.
Fortunately, I am blessed to have a family that organize special events to celebrate important dates within the family, that do not fall short in anyway to express love.
We write songs, record video sketches, say poetic toasts indulging the honouree.
I have very few words to say about what I saw today, but I just wanted to leave this record as a reminder of this unique party that I was blessed to attend.

With all my love

How I wish I could have found strength in me to invoke all the love this universe has ever known and channel it to you. How grand could it have been to hold you close just one more time, not just for my enjoyment but for ours. How I would have loved to vanquish your fears and dreads and cast light towards a better path, a shared path, one that was meant for our love to grow. How come did I lose the battle of the eternal flame of passion,  when I was so  willing to join you from sun to sun in the pursuit of our inner voices, so that they might sing in a lovely tune that would in turn inspire millions to follow suit over their chants of love. How far would you be willing to go, if the softest kiss could have lingered as an immortal memory, to keep your weary self confident when in doubt, to fill you with joy when crossing the miserable rivers of unwanted sadness, to cure you from a venom that was never meant for you, but alas has found a tragic way to be carried on, from generation to generation, and was supposed to be over by the sheer simplicity of love.
How long would you have kept me company if the love I have for you was somehow the love you would have rivaled with the love you had for me. Would you kept going beyond the erroneous belief that things were forever lost, due to darkness that grew from within?
Would you have found the simplest spark to light up a new universe with in my heart? And would you, if you had the persistence to keep me by your side,  please tell me, how would you persuade me to believe in us one more time? And do you think, that in this timeline, what was valid for me once, could in turn be used to sway you back, to show you that we are truly bounded by love.
If only, I could spread the magic of the comfort of love and build new bridges for a better tomorrow, may be then you would burn the bridges that lead you through shallow ways
Know this, even though our paths are no longer meant to be drawn together, I respect this existence and I hope that you are indeed well and I thank you for all that you left behind, a unique set of memories of an unique passionate love.