it might be, you were not aware
when you were young, you were under my care
i fed you when you were thirsty and hungry
the available meats, chicken and turkey
i remember how your growl rumbled
and i felt so afraid
your eyes met mine like a spear
piercing the deepest part of my fear
reminiscing, how sharp your fangs were
i really felt very scared
the first time you bragged about those teeth
i felt i'm already dead
through the shivering fears
i've seen you grabbed and attacked your prey
biting those cuts and deep-rooted wounds
i was a witness on how you slayed
now we've met again after so many years
your presence i missed, made me shed some tears
memories of you being ferocious in the wild
made me wonder how gentle you were, when you hug me
like a child
i wish we could be together, even for a short time
so we could play again i missed to act in mime
kindness and love i have shown you then
i say, goodbye for now, 'till we meet again
Just recently, I dreamed of myself in a line outside the church. I don’t know why I was there. The queue was long and people were conversing with each other and overheard this. “What’s the job you’re applying for?” I was puzzled to be in that queue, lining for a job interview. When it was my turn to be screened by these two middle aged women, they made whispers loud enough to be heard by me. I don’t know why they made such a buzzing, gossiping into each other’s ears.
I heard it. “He’s too gentle for the job.” I got more confused and clueless about the whole thing. What was the job’s description?
Then I was awakened . I have slept with my right arm pinned on my right side. It hurt for a while and it was discomforting for me to be sleeping again on the right side. I changed position. It took some fifteen minutes to bring me into a pensive mood. Dreamy stage was inviting me again. Little by little I succumb into a deep repose. But I could still hear the handy rain that poured.
In that space of nothingness, I met my brother-in-law on a bike while I was waiting for a ride. I don’t know where I was going to. With my knapsack strapped on my back, I saw his face. It was a little bit concerned where I was going.
We were not aware of his return from abroad as a seaman.
I was half asleep half awakened as I turned my other side of the body. I could still hold my mind’s faculty that I will remember my dreams when I am fully awakened. But I strained myself to stand up in the middle of that dopy drowsiness.
I was able to jot it down on paper so I could write about it.
What’s the meaning of my dreams? Anybody who can interpret this ?
Sobre notícias e política com um viés nacionalista, onde os bravos nunca ousaram percorrer e que não espere deste o obsequioso silêncio dos covardes, amortecendo consciências, desarmando resistências que só no fátuo da retórica da ideia, da moral e da ética é que se venera seu oponente evitando a sedição!