The dream of the day is: I was at my prom and it was on the city I born, after go to the stage, me and a lot of people come to other place, and it was at night, and I was trying to get back to the prom, but the street was dark and there was a dog on the calle that I need to cross, so I've gonne throw another calle, in that, a little dog tried to bite me and I call for help to a guy on the street. At some point of this, it was rainning and I didn't have an umbrella, so I saw a house with a lot of them to buy and just pick one without to pay. So I start to feel unconfortable, and the owner of the house come to me ask how much I have payed for this umbrella, and I said "10,20 dollars", so she said to me "ooh, thats ok, I just was wishing for how much I should sell mines".

The inspiration of the day is: A text made by Mia Couto, named The Tuner of Silences.

"Family, school, other people, they all elect some spark of promise in us, some area in which we may shine. Some are born to sing, others to dance, others are born merely to be someone else. I was born to keep quiet. My only vocation is silence. It was my father who explained this to me: I have an inclination to remain speechless, a talent for perfecting silences. I’ve written that deliberately, silences in the plural. Yes, because there isn’t one sole silence. Every silence contains music in a state of gestation.

When people saw me, quiet and withdrawn in my invisible sanctum, I wasn’t being dumb. I was hard at it, busy in body and soul: I was weaving together the delicate threads out of which quiescence is made. I was a tuner of silences.

—Come here, son, come and help me be quiet.

At the end of the day, the old man would sit back in his chair on the veranda. It was like that every night: I would sit at his feet, gazing at the stars high up in the darkness. My father would close his eyes, his head swaying this way and that, as if his tranquillity were driven by some inner rhythm. Then, he would take a deep breath and say:

—That was the prettiest silence I’ve ever heard. Thank you, Mwanito."

The feeling of the day is: insecurity. Today I wake up some insecure and anxious, I don't know if the reason is cause I had dreams that make me feel disturbied or another thing of my own head. I'm having to cross a line between what I think that is happening and what is for real happening in some ways actually, but I'm trying to don't freak out about this stuffs, it happens to everyone sometimes. I don't know how I could explain how this makes me feel insecure, but I am. I just have to stop exposing myself to things that make me feel bad, but sometimes I think that I search for it cause I like to feel this way, and that's not good. 

To hear: ♥

The idea of the day is: A dream filter that the center is a galaxie.

The dream of the day is: I was at my university, painting some rabbit or a kind of cat in the math class (that I don't even have on real life), them I go outside and I was at some different place (I am going to put a picture of the place after all), and there was a lot of murders outside, and I cant call to anyone to come pic me up cause my phone didn't work, so I hid myself in to a garden, and after some time the murders come to this garden too, and the little child that was with this murders, find me and tought I was a doll (at this time I was dressed with a red dress), I tried to get her and say to her stay in silence, but their "parents" seen me, and tought that I was a doll too, but said that my eyes wasn't well done and don't look real (what have been funny cause it was my real eyes). After this, I hit everyone with my arms, and gone outside screaming to the guards to catch them.

The idea of the day is: A short movie storie about a girl that realizes that she got an eye at her hand, and this eye keeping looking at her and at everything, and she shake her hand and the eye drops away.

The feeling of the day is: nostalgia. A good kind of nostalgia.
Nostalgia always meant "to miss something", It's hard to explain this miss, even when it is about something that makes you feel good, it makes you feel kind of empty. Maybe because things are better when we just remember them, them when we live them. I kind of miss who I used to be, but these weren't that happy days!

"If a strong wind blows somewhere in this town, then even these sad days will be stained in the beautiful colours of this sky."

To hear: ♥

 

The dream of the day was: I dreamt that there was a bulldog covered by a yellow blanket, just with the head out, but, at one time, the head become my butt, that was really out of my blanket.