Never late to dream...

We dreamed a dream in words and images

Online search to find the forms of tomorrow

WORDS that cross the ocean, everyday, back and forth, lovely, funny, excited, frustrated, angry, swearing, flirting and sad words....

but all in all, always...HONEST WORDS

FRIENDSHIP that cross the ocean, everyday, back and forth, full of questions and doubts, that need to be clarified, full of answers that are misread from time to time,

full of shared joy, sadness, excitement, anger, frustration, but all in all always HONEST FRIENDSHIP.

LOVE that cross the ocean, everyday, back and forth, doubtful, always ready to start or to end, new and exciting, different, dangerous love,

having been built just on the fantasies and dreams, you have of that unkown/known person, across the ocean you never met...

your heart is on fire, your head constantly switched on, an endless web of unrelated thoughts, what it, what if not, does he, does she, do they not...

Your body is in constant yearning, moving to no direction at all and you dream, daydreams, nightdreams like you never dreamt before...

He writes back, quietly and persuasively, says STOP, let's to be an HONEST LOVE, the one we really want, TO BE WHO WE ARE, like we have been with each other always before...

You stop, open your eyes, and sigh, knowing that he is right, knowing deep down that if he doesn't stop you in the midair, you would crash down sooner or later hitting the rough ground of reality...

Your eyes are open new, looking at the real you and the real him in this unreal online reality.

And you write back to him, all I want is honest love, but just let me dream from time to time, because it is who I am, real dreaming ME...

You may ask, you write, why I need to dream, and you know you ran out, long time ago of the the proof justifying answers, to defend the statement...

that dreams have purpose in life even if they look like they have nothing to do with reality...

All you can write, is that the mind is the most powerful thing, in the body, whatever the mind believes, the body can do.

So when I share my dreams with you, you write, I give you 'a piece of my mind' with a short warning: 'This is a dream that may or may not come true.'

The time will come when they meet in real, leaving behind their anonymous online security.

And when they meet, with open eyes, their dreams safely at the back of their minds, they know it will be genuine and natural...

They give each other hug and walk hands in hands where their hearts will tell them to go...

You dream of that meeting, knowing that it is not something you can predict, expect, prepare for, not even pray for, because the outcome of it is as just unpredictble as the weather...

Just like that one memorable sunset over the ocean when everything stops in that magic moment of total perfection on your planned holiday...

you just noticed, walking by on your last day before your departure, back home to your ordinary life and you say to yourself: 'I am so happy to experience this, I have dreamt about it all my life...AND HERE I AM.'

Life is often a painful mix of love, loss and damage

true realization comes

Nothing is perfect

and everything is perfect.

Nothing is less worthy

than something else,

he wanted her

to teach him to write,

the sudden online crash,

he taught her how to dance,

the source of its potent charm,

is the possibility of everlasting

online friendship

ever possible?

The online magic of connecting

with so many people

from all around the world

so extremely enriching

and stimulating.

Lounging in a beautiful home

filled with photos and paintings

her boys rolling their eyes

and later retaliate

by mocking their mother

for her downtime pleasure.

Staying rooted in her professional life

and family

as part of her effort

to keep a healthy distance

from those romantic traps of online dreamings

but is it possible?

The ability to judge

is vital

to their wellbeing

and yet

all too often

they set up for a struggle

with themselves,

their feelings

and their unreal reality.

The waiting game

the doomsday at a glance

what life will look like

after the final click of the 'send'.

After few weeks

angling for that special connection,

now they have it

and suddenly not sure

what to do with it,

which one of them

is more afraid

of loosing it?

A messy excercise

in an imaginative dialogue

of two souls

from the opposite sides of the world

that never seen each other in a flesh,

it is so unreal

and yet the only reality they know,

the one

that produced

this magical feelings

between them

which in itself

is not prone

to sudden change,

for how long can they keep it?

The interlocked sentences

between them

so established

and precious.

He said: "I can extend things,

change the colour and texture,

I like to flirt."

They found tiny songs,

old photos and new images,

to tell them who they are,

like little twinkles in their eyes

to brighten their real worlds

suddenly so grey...

"The religion of this connection

is love,

to love another person

is to see the face of God,"

he said to her.

She feels

burning

with the same energy

the martyrs

burned well,

but doesn't say it.

Without him,

it wouldn't have occured to her

to ask for a little more from life.

She keeps

constantly

handing out

her own version of truth

about women's lives.

A noble and inspiring

the man

choosen

to carry her troubles

with him,

doing the small things,

doing the big things,

he never looses his graceful touch

for putting her at ease.

Only much later

she realizes

it also must have placed

an unimaginable burden

on him.

One small step for a woman

towards love,

one giant leap of hope,

her memory of it

is so strong

down to the scent

of the rose

in the air,

and she knows

mankind become a little bit more better

that day

a little bigger and bolder

and a little bit more self-aware.

That one little online footprint

so tiny against the backdrop

of the overcrowded

online conversations

offers this solace

that you can find a true person

in this selfish age,

obsessed

with various versions

and perfect projections

of ourselves.

He dreams,

she dreams

her hands are interlocked,

when she wakes up,

his hand is not there,

it is just her imagination,

the trap of the unreal reality

of their online world,

and yet

she has to tell

this online story

from the point of view

the God exists.

And what God means

in practice

is the act of compassion,

of love,

of struggle of sharing your life

in the way

no one really believes

is possible.....