The last moments of a happy life

 Here I am hoping to be able to enjoy the best of the last moments of my dear little dog Jamaica.

She is very ill and her last breath will be dictated by us. I never agreed with euthanasia, but what alternative is there when no kidney is working anymore? When my Jamaica trembles with unbearable levels of chemical values in the blood. 

May god bless her, if he is somewhere

May 2009

The sounds were resumed to gestures

I got as close as I could ..... I wanted to be even closer to her. It couldn't be true! Millions of thoughts running over. It was She, it was She ... I stopped listening. All the sounds around me were reduced to gestures, then resurfaced in the distance in a low and low tone, and then disappeared again. It was a vision tunnel. She was in there... Impossible! Alone? Never! I wasn't going to leave her alone. I got stuck on the floor, I stayed, I stayed, I stayed! Everything was grey and dumb

A friendly voice took me away from that twist. I left with her a river of tears.

Her joyful eyes, her soft skin, her voice, her scent ... now accompany me forever.
Sadness surrounds me, but now, I have learned to cry inside, and to laugh outside. And I also learned, with someone extraordinary, to cry openly and ask for a hug when needed.

She had to go
My mother!

Imagine what Google made in 2009, May 19th

Today, eleven years ago, my mother had died.

In my enormous disgust I couldn’t imagine. Who would have thought that Google would do a photo report of her funeral on leaving the church?! I can recognise everyone present.

I didn’t want to believe it when, by chance, did a street view of that street.

There was my mother lying in the funeral car, my family and friends who accompanied us in that terrible moment.

I want to pursue the photos, so made some print screens

My mom had died

Sad forever!

Dear World
All the world is in this pandemic.
Dear world and planet! We are all experiencing a moment that we never thought to go through. It seems that the planet is grateful, since we are the ones that most interferes and changes it. The animals seem to be happier, the globe shows signs of recovery from the great damage we‘ve been doing. But, we are part of it and here we are suffering, perhaps, from a form of natural selection. Do we deserve it? I do not know!

From my window I can see that there is no longer that cloud on the horizon that broke the sight and the blue sky. The marks of the planes in the skies have not been seen. My pets are loving my stay at home, my attention. They "work" with me all the time. It's very good. It is a good part of this horror movie in which thousands of people are dying. Thousands of families and friends cry for their losses. Thousands of health professionals scarify themselves, feel these moments of horror watching their patients suffer and die. They also cry for the losses. Even the gravediggers cry seeing so many loved ones being buried alone, without their families in the ultimate homage. It’s hard, very hard.

But here we are, ready to continue our journey. And, who knows, in a better world. Maybe I’m a dreamer, said John Lennon. But in truth Imagine all the people united and living in peace. Maybe it could be an omen for a better world, Who knows?!

Let’s have hope while we dream that we can learn the lesson that the world is one and that we can fight together if we broke many political, religious and demography barriers.

Let’s dream with it

Listen Imagine (John Lennon and Yoko Ono) 

https://youtu.be/YkgkThdzX-8



Keep safe

With all my love

The Mysterious Bubbles

This time it was between a dream and a nightmare!

The colours went through green, blue, turquoise, pink, purple and red. A beautiful color set. It was based on a scenario where these colours made a brush-like background. It was the interior of a building where good and evil were not easily distinguished. It was advisable to be cautious with bubbles of different colours, especially the red ones, which held faces with closed eyes, in which another bubble of the same color emanated from the mouth. Maybe they would swallow us if we got close enough. These bubbles hung from the walls.

Immense corridors with a light in the background but where you couldn't reach no matter how much you walked.

But we didn't walk, we floated as if we were swimming against a strong current. The people were vaguely included (I couldn't see them clearly) Father and Mother, sister, children and co-workers. A crowd with which I didn’t feel confident because the environment was austere, with dangers at every moment. At the top of this building was a crop of edible plants that were in danger of becoming toxic. I was anxious to try to save the culture. To get there, we would pass through an area where there were a lot of mixed people who sometimes seemed to be in a gym, sometimes at a dubious party. The colours were always the same, sometimes beautiful and sometimes frightening because each one had a meaning that I still didn't know how to decipher. I just knew that the red bubbles were dangerous. Run away to where? Not to be swallowed by any of the bubbles either red or not. Most floated and we ran into them. Only the red ones hung from the walls with their mouths open with another bubble coming out. I tried to warn that there were many dangers although I didn’t know how to specify. I was in distress for not knowing what to expect from that charming and dangerous environment.

We had to get to the ship. I don't know if to save us. But we did not get on board. There was a room / division that has appeared in many other dreams. With a bunk bed. In this case all in shades of cream. I just went there, I didn't stay. Then I saw my sister and mother on the run, and I couldn't tell them that they needed to save themselves. In another part of the building, there was an office where I should go, I don't know who the appointment was for. Here I saw my Mother for the second time but very smoky and distant.

I returned to the endless corridors of bubbles and colourful strokes. I met with a friend and we both tried to find a way out of there. For that, we had to go through the vegetable garden. And the ship was rocking off this building, perhaps waiting for us. The sea was very dark. There were spotlights that were supposed to guide us. But I ended up always returning to the long coloured corridors.

And I woke up in fear, tired and with the image of red bubbles prevailing in my memory.

Dreaming

My dear dog is very sick. She’s not suffering yet.

I don’t know how much months she will be with me.

So, I had a dream in which I would go with her under the sea till the bottom of the ocean and both stayed there together for ever.

Lots of love
Here we are: