Dream Catcher

“I am an old soul trapped in a young body”, said a friend of mine years ago while we were enjoying a coffee,  and talking about everything and nothing at the same time, as we usually did ever we meet, it was one rainy evening, and we were in my favorite coffee shop on that days, now it is a karaoke bar, and when I pass through that place (as today) I remember that day with a bit of nostalgia, I can´t remember if it was the last time I saw this friend of mine, he was eager to know, eager to travel, eager to eat the world, to explore it. And he was about to finish the university as I, she was always talking about study out of the country, leave all this behind, and I was agree with her, we were in the same tune, but the future was waiting us in very different ways, after we finished we barely meet because I began to work and follow my dreams soon as I left my parent’s house, left my city for a time, and my life changed a lot. One night while waiting for my wife I saw this friend of mine, dressed in a coffee shop uniform, and in that moment I realized that her dreams just were faded, for her sad eyes, later she told me that two kids and a divorce aren’t good for dream chasing. “old souls in young bodies are bad combination, folk”

happy times

For a period of time in my life I was able to spent some free time with myself, I was living alone by that time, partially working and I used to take long walks around  some interesting places in my hometown, I love to remember that times, because those were happy times for me,  walking I knew a lot of excellent second half bookstores  where I spent a lot of time looking, searching , and of course buying great books in a great prices, I knew beautiful coffee places  in which I used to drink some cups while reading , watching the people to pass, to walk, dreaming on a better tomorrow, sometimes waiting for a friend,  for my girlfriend, or just spending the evening Walking to my home instead of taking a bus, and arriving happy to put in a good spot on my bookshelf my new treasures.  A collection forged in years, that if you watch it may seem to be poor, but for me every book keeps a good memory of how it came to my place, that is why I call them my treasures  every time I clean, read or just watch them, I remember all the good times I’ve found beneath their pages, all the evenings and the afternoons I’ve spent with them, drinking coffee, shivering in the cold night, dreaming in strange beds, strange places, but finding a book always next to me, to take me, to teach me, to help me, to care me……