The street, an immense stage where I live my freedom, the place that makes me happy when I return to places of my past not only that they exist, that sometimes they don't anymore, but to recognize them and see corners that are still as they were, even if they are ugly, haha.

I dream a lot and for a few years I have been seeing myself in the houses where I lived a lot, in mine and the one where I lived with my parents, I also think that my paternal family lives; with them who still live, and with my grandmother, who has been gone since 1994, lately I usually stay.

In my Rebirth I perceive an overflow of changing sensations, gifts and gifts and more gifts we are receiving right now. Every detail is of such magnitude that I do not want to miss the wonder that gives me the simple and pure of life and its blessings. Everything I've been through, it took to be where I am.

Surely many will be able to identify with this post

At some point I have felt that there is something about my past that I have not overcome and that this experience sometimes prevents me from advancing happiness, the quality of my relationships and mental health depends a lot on the relationship I have with the past, in fact there are those who claim that depression is partly due to an excess of it.

As a human being, my memories and experiences that I must heal, let go of and overcome are always stored in a time capsule because they are not forgotten, they only become references that are valuable and meaningful relationships that open the way to new opportunities, actions to overcome and accept history, which is not always easy but acceptance helps to manage emotions to make me responsible for what I feel.

This could be my story or anyone's story as to what unites us to the disappeared, perhaps past landscape and everyday objects in our childhood. All those experiences brought me here and shaped me.

I will never be able to return, but those moments, with every subsequent second began to build my future

How many people I've passed through, OMG... if this portal in time could talk, lol. Everything came to my apartment... good and simple people, cultured and well-lived men and women some, and poor ruffians others; bourgeois, bohemians, sorcerers and sorcerers in arts and ancestral disciplines of the country and imported, ha, ha, ha, ha, pioneers of this and that, vanguards, artists, today some and some very famous and recognized in theirs... Love and love affairs included.

People who accompanied me for a while or for a piece of life; some who loved and cared for me, and others who desired and betrayed me. Some of those lives are no longer on this planet. Accompanied by love I arrived the first time and accompanied by loves I said goodbye from there, the time of my initiation into “MY LIFE”, I lived a lot of happiness and a lot of desolation and pain too.

Anyway, it was the beginning of a lot, the consolidation of a lot and the end of my first youth. Adventures and tales I have to give, take and give, for survivors, fourth millennium, and for movies maybe that can win an Oscar, lol...!

The key to building and overcoming a good future from the past is to have managed to let go of the anchor that prevents me from moving forward.

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It's amazing, but in my dreams sometimes I'm there, in my memories of my inner waters and creation.