Fantasies (1)

I love losing myself in my dreams
Where King Arthur and Camelot really existed…
And Merlin a nice old man with a long white beard and wise eyes
And always, always, I am the heroine with the perfect life and perfect face and perfect hair
…and perfect life...
(hehe)

I love losing myself in my memories...
Especially when I hear that song…or that special tune…that was playing along in a crucial moment in my life…and then somehow that song became an essence of that memory

(Bailamos, let the rhythm take you over Bailamos, te quiero amor mio, Bailamos…wanna live this night forever Bailamos, te quiero amor mio…)

That song becomes a trigger that takes me back to a familiar place in my mind, deep within my memories, a place I love going back to over and over again, remembering the who and the when and the how much fun

(I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream, I know you the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam, yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem, but if I know you, I know what you do, you love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream)

… to the days of innocence and mischief and most of all freedom…

And I don't mean freedom from religion or society's rules…I mean the freedom that comes with being a kid…freedom from your own personal rules that are built into you every minute of every day and every night…because by morning you are a day older…a day wiser…and a day sadder…

These days…there are too many layers…that little imaginative kid is hidden beneath layers and layers of prudence, carefulness, caution…

Caution and black cloth. I am veiled and respectable…but in my reflection I see the truth…under my skin my blood yearns for a life that I can't or will not let myself live…but I love losing myself in those fantasies anyway…