Dear brother, I'd like to share with you a dream I had last night:
I was at home and as always in this kind of dreams our step-father and little brother were part of my everyday life... I now know why but that is a different story.
Suddenly, you showed up out of nowhere. I remember you arrived all dressed up, very elegant, wearing only black, with dark sunglasses and your black hair almost touching your shoulders.
I was quite shocked to see you there, specially because I knew you were in Madrid, but as soon as you arrived, all you did was ask:
- What are THEY doing here? In that moment you began to analyzed the situation and believed this could be a good way to process the difficult relationship with them... and you kept asking:
- What is our brother Paco doing here?
- Why you didn't invite me? (You started taking a more intense attitude towards me)
- Come on bro, What did you do to have such a good relationship with them?
- How do I heal my memories with them?
- When would be the time to come out of this situation?
There were so many questions that I started to get a bit inpatient, until I turn around and say:
- Come with me! I want to show you something.
I took your hand and we approached the big window in the living room and you began with your questions again:
- Where are we going?
- What's going on?
- What? ... Are you crazy?
- Are we going to JUMP out of the window? (It was a very tall building and I live on the top floor)
Me, with all the calm rose my arms up to the sky and Zoooom! Flying time!
You couldn't believe your eyes, completely shocked started your questioning again:
- Wow brother... I didn't know you could fly, would you show me how?
- How you do it?
- This is amazing, imagine if we put this on TV, we could become millionaires.
- This could definitely put an end to all my miseries.
By that time we were approaching a really big and beautiful house, full of windows from floor to celling with see-through white curtains that allows you to see everything that is going on inside. It was decorated to the highest standards and fantastic taste, full of pieces of art... and you noticed that All that looked somehow familiar to you but you paid not too much attention to that fact.
Is in this moment, when we saw three beautiful little kids. They looked like Beings of light full of love. They were just playing and laughing when we suddenly saw a woman who was looking at the children from a safe distance not to disturb them.
What a beautiful woman, she looked like a model; absolutely gorgeous. She was looking at her children play but didn't want to interrupt that perfect scene and with her eyes filled with happy tears she only observed and loved seeing those kids growing up in front of her own eyes.
With your eyes and mouth wide open, you turn to me and ask:
- Who lives here?
And I answer:
- YOU DO, You live here!
- What??? You shouted at me. You couldn't believe your eyes and your jaw dropped. You could swear I have gone completely mad this time but still you continued asking:
- What did you smoked?
- Are you crazy?
Your questions were so many that they get lost in time and space, is here when we saw an impresive tall man (or at least that was the impression given) Again, full of light who was coming down the stairs. We could swear light was coming out of him, dressed in White from head to toes.
You could hardly stay in one piece with the shocked, when this man approaches one of the windows and open the curtains only to see that this man is YOURSELF!
You turn around and looked at me completely incredulous of the situation and then turn back to him. You need to know how he did it? What was his secret? How did he manage to have such a wonderful life? And you continued with your endless questioning, so many so quick that your tongue couldn't keep up with your thoughts, but "Eduardo the White" didn't react to the questioning whatsoever. He just looked at you with loving kindness but you kept insisting and insisting with your questions. Until you got really crossed and told me:
- What's wrong with this guy?
- Why he's not talking to me?
- Who he think he is? Not because he's rich he has the right to treat people like this. This is terrible, I wouldn't be like this when I'm rich. Dam! - You said.
"Eduardo the White" only looked at you with such tender eyes, as if he were looking at an adorable little puppy playing in the mud right outside your house; You'd love to invite him in and form part of your home but you also know that he'll make a mess, and dirt and mud would be all over the place... even with regular baths and training the little puppy loves to play in the mud and you respect the little puppy's right to play in the mud. So you just see it from a distance.
You, "Eduardo the Black" can't tolerate any longer his attitude and don't want to spend one more second in that house and you asked to leave.
I said goodbye with a look to "Eduardo the White" and he only nodded back in acknowledgment without saying a word.
In no time, I took your arm, raised them up to air and Zoooom !! We took up to the sky again and is here when I turned to you and said to you:
- Do you really want to know what is Eduardo the White's Secret?
And you said: - You know it? of course, I've been asking you all this time, come on tell me - WHAT IS HIS BLOODY SECRET???
And I said:
- EDUARDO BLANCO (The White) LEARNT TO LISTEN!
And I let go of your hand...
And you stop questioning...
And I learnt to LISTEN
And I learnt to FLY !!!
Thank you bro,
xXx
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Acknowledgments:
I want to express my immense gratitude and love to my brother Alejandro for having inspired this and many stories of encouragement and brotherly love.
To Paco for being the best younger brother I could ever asked for.
To my mother for providing the space where three little brothers can become One.
To my step-father for giving me the tools to love myself through his rejection and pain.
To God for I am who you are looking back.
THANK YOU
xXx
