Dear Caminoheads,

Today, as The Boss says, will be a “shortie”, but this is because I don’t want to take your energies reading rambling thoughts from myself, and would love that you save some energies to read some brilliant poignant blogposts that have been sent by other Caminoheads and are coming soon. So, instead, I will leave you today with a writing about a dream (we are becoming big fans of dreams in this neighborhood!) This has been written by another Uruguayan writer, Eduardo Galeano. His books have a lot of short stories telling the dreams his wife Helena has. Here is one.

You may agree it is a lot like like life in this blog these days…

It was a huge camp out in the country.  

Singing heads of lettuce and luminous chilies sprouted from magicians’ top hats and there were people all over bartering dreams.  One wanted to trade a travel dream for a love dream and another offered to make you laugh for a dream to give you a good cry.

One man wandered around in search of the pieces of his dreams, shattered by someone who had got in his way.  He was picking up the pieces and sticking them together to make a multicolored flag.

The dream water boy brought water to those who got thirsty as they slept.  He carried the water on his back in a clay vessel and dispensed it in tall glasses.

There was a woman in a tower wearing a white tunic and combing her tresses, which reached down to her feet.  The comb shed dreams replete with all their characters: the dream flew from her hair into the air.

“The land of dreams” by Galeano, Eduardo. The Book of Embraces. Trans. Cedric Belfrage. New York: Norton, 1991. 46

Please return to read tomorrow’s blog! 

Late evening loves,

Cris

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