Carlos & Friend

Woke up, No longer in the dream. Time started to tick again, everything seemed eternal. I was savagely killed though I'm still alive(?) Woke up from a dream, shapeless, being no longer what for years I thought. It vanished. Forms in the shape of letters said so. Thoughts in the shape of feathers said so. Now that character has gone away, in this reality he's disappeared, leaving trails of irretrievable. This shapeless being is now nothing more than bleeding clay. Waiting to be shaped. And I know that all around will try I'll be their toy, their hope, their guide. And I'll be their shape, their figure just so they can sleep alone (with a grin on their face) But deep inside the bleeding clay There's a little, little soul That's searching for the moment where you'll let me be your clay Mold me, shape me, do me, only you can do it right. when the shape turns into wishes, then the task will be complete. Then I would be your dream come true, or the end of my last

Preface So many things to say, so many things to write. But before I shape my new entry I would like to thank all the people that took a little spark of their time in this life writing comments, reading, or just watching the other entries. I appreciate that a lot. Lately I noticed that I had not posted a single new entry since last year's November, and I felt slightly kind of shocked about it, but at the same time I knew that things happen for a reason, and that this was the path that had to be taken in order to share a new idea that I felt worth telling. The other -and most important- reason of my absence in this dream-thought-space is probably best told within this same entry that is specially dedicated and devoted to all souls that are in constant search of truth, and love, and wisdom (and magic too), and that fight for what some might call the warmth of being here, just like a gift from life and into the eternal, infinite space that surrounds and invades us everywhen… The next