Let me tell you about her …

Where do I start ? and where do I end?

She is beyond imagination, and above all expectations. She is a woman that I engraved in my heart and preserved her beauty deep within my two eyes.

She is imperfect, yet she perfected every imperfection.. I was no more than a broken jigsaw awaiting the missing pieces to complete me … to fit like gloves over hands, so smoothly.

She has a voice calmer than music to my ears, when she spoke; I felt the clock arms stop. She spoke as if she whispered, yet her whispers echoed through my soul like the fireworks on a New Year’s eve.

A dream from Catalonia

The more frequent you fly, the shorter those trips on the plane seem to be. I used to enjoy reading a book, watching a movie, playing on my phone, or writing. I don’t do that as often as I used to anymore, I spend a lot of that time looking through that small window at the world. I stare at the sun following those clouds of dreams, it seems like it’s trying to catch the moon at its full image, am sure it has its reasons to do so. I look at our universe, it all seems insignificant from up here. The perspective from which you see the world changes. It’s as if you’ve just grown up fifty years, acquiring the wisdom of that time to see things from the bigger picture. Suddenly it hits my mind, no matter what you do in life, you will be presented with complications. If there is no escaping that why not face those difficulties for the things you want and desire.