My Dream...

Yes, I'm Happy cause Ori, Marissa and little Laia are going to come to visit me!! If there is something I'm really sorry is not being able to see how Laia is growing, it is one of the bad things that has living abroad: losing contact with my very good friends. However Oriol is the living proof that even with the long distance strong friendship doesn't get weak but more stong! I also miss Didi a lot! Our long neverending conversations mixed with beers. And many others of course.... I don't forget you Dani!!!!

However I'm afraid that after such a long time abroad (who knows when I will finally come back) all will be different. Of course they will be my friends but I will change and maybe in a so different way than them! I would like to keep such a lot of nice memories in my mind, all these especial moments of our lives that we past together.... and that we will never repeat again! Remeber us young and with a lot of vitalogy, doing crazy things and against the standards... feeling us free... all was possible, no rules no limits. We ruled our lives no live to us.... Have we lost?

While riding on a train goin' west,
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered many a storm,
Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,
Our words were told, our songs were sung,
Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied
Talkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside.

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,
We never thought we could ever get old.
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one.

As easy it was to tell black from white,
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.
And our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

How many a year has passed and gone,
And many a gamble has been lost and won,
And many a road taken by many a friend,
And each one I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in that room again.
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.