Dearest my beloved Giga109*,
Good morning. Hoping rest of the journey
goes all well in your way.
I had dream last night. I was with your mum. We
were at the greenish violet air gypsy dancing
sea. It was shimmering with saltery dark mauve.
It was lovely and swelling foreground of residing her formidable
appearance. Sea filled with backdrops of
low sky yes bit of grayish blue. I was
bit uneasy front of her as always. I was looking at the dreaming sea. Stoned cooling weaves with low ties surround the airless seashore. We were
talking about Wagner ring cycle. She asked me come with her Wagner ring cycle. “I can wake up until 11:00 at the night”, She
said. she must have been her later years
but she was in her very good health. . yes she
was wearing her favorite green suite, in
her dark amber necklaces, the blue grey sky comes to her volume of distant like a
catalog I am making at the moment; with
strings strings. An exhibition
mode. Yes there was waves, were bring dept of creature of nostalgia. She was
kind of age when I first met her. Her usual grand and aloft manner, with her
piercing dark green eyes were saying “ I know something you don’t know!” deep
gazing her facility of province, the deep penetrating gaze take with you a flicker
of golden icy ride if you displease her. Stone fenced, a high walled houses were
around belongs to like my hometown
village with pickled with salty sardine smell. Must have been mid day where shadow is right
under your feet. Which made bit of longish your day and see the time become
abnormal and negation. Touch but untouchable exotic a paranormal view. She was
asking me “who was going to mind the
child?’ we must have a child in the dream. The seashore deep meditative mood with many originality, remained me all of these many places where you took me.
Weaved and bloomed with billions of sands, washed and brings to the
shore as
a player in innumerable loves.
When I wake up from the dream I open my laptop and searched Wager the very first
page I opened the Das Rhingold comes
into my eyes as: liked this. “The holiest hoard of my wisdom I bequeath
to the world. Not wealth, not gold, nor godly splendour; not house, not court,
nor overbearing pomp; not troubled treaties’ deceiving union, nor the
dissembling custom of harsh law: Rapture in joy and sorrow comes from love
alone." – hum, what she tried to tell me? she
try to tell me“” well her usual heeeee, my
beloved. Her consolation of hard
nutshell guidance bit of like infantry commander in my dream!! I must
hunt for a gift for your birthdays as she did to you, unique, authentic and
strange…. my beloved. Everything goes your way and see you soon my beloved.
Little Cherub
70:07am, 29/08/2007
7:13:29 AM 
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