The Hectic Attic

I have been thinking about some dreams lately. Dreams people had and also my dreams. My random, sometimes interesting reveries I’ve encountered in Dreamland.No, I am not only talking about dreams I have when sleeping

Today I concluded the 2nd out of 3 steps to my first BIG plan… and I am very happy. In a way I never thought I would. Better than this only having a True love, and having my Brazilian and English family in a single place- I miss them a lot, especially right now. (Guess my heart will always be partially broken).
After all:

“-What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven?”
Dream to Lucifer and the citizens of Hell, in Preludes and Nocturnes by Neil Gaiman

I decided to keep dreaming, but this time, with my feet on the ground! And things seem to be working!

All this reminded me of a movie I watched a while ago… it talks about dreams, inspiration, Love, eternal life…

“-People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.”
John Dee, in Preludes & Nocturnes. By Neil Gaiman

“Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.”
Puck in A Midsummer Night’s Dream: Act 5, Scene 1
by W. Shakespeare

but from today’s dream… I AM CELEBRATING, for this one is coming true!

Aline Titania Martins

Today, when I woke up my Attic was being Hectic again (people say I think too much).
What I had in mind was “The Allegory of the Cave” by the philosopher Plato…

My own shadow

I don’t want to be long but I will remind you:

Plato imagines a group of people who have lived in a cave all of their lives, facing a blank wall. The people watch shadows projected on the wall by things passing in front of a fire behind them, and begin to ascribe forms to these shadows. According to Plato, the shadows are as close as the prisoners get to seeing reality. He then explains how the philosopher is like a prisoner who is freed from the cave and comes to understand that the shadows on the wall are not constitutive of reality at all, as he can perceive the true form of reality rather than the mere shadows seen by the prisoners.

Well, what does it have to do with my day yesterday?
After a long time struggling with myself,(and now I came to realize It’s been years), I was willing to see life in it’s true colors. Enough of forms and shadows.
Of course, sometime we need a little help to let the chains loose, and I really have to thank a person for this.
When we me meet people, we never know why we did so, or how long they will stay in our lives… loves, friends. family and even enemies… But we know for sure, that, IF the paths crossed at some point, there IS something to be shared, taught and learned…

So, now, starting to step out of my cave, into the light, a poem came to be…

Do not forget that you
have a heart in your chest,
and those who are with you
have a heart too.

Do not forget,
that everything is a mad race,
reaching the goal is not insignificant,
but you do not stop feeling.

I do not say you’re forgetful
don’t forget this:
nothing is running but time,
and it eventually wins, how mean can it be…

Do not forget you,
and the many things you enjoy,
do not exaggerate in working and looking…
but above all

DO NOT FORGET TO LIVE!

Aline Light Martins

PS: thank YOU for yesterday!

I woke up and got dressed as if time { past, present and future } was one, and in the following second I could not remember what was gone.

Is it me reflected here? And that? is that me house?I don’t know …
I always talk to myself, but I never see myself like this. What a strange thing! It seems everything was done and I… did nothing!

I think that is why I say that in the end, I do not remember people properly. But how appropriate is that? How would I [and you] be remembered?

I not even know what to think today. After all … NO WAY! I sound like a sad poet that despite its inspiration, the disease of unhappiness come over too soon … I do not like this!

I have to forget such beautiful lines and go back to the fact {the life} that waits for me.
I have to be grateful – I need to. To each second.And all its beauty!
My eyes are heavy, but my heart is radiant.
I want a party at home. It is not my birthday, but why not celebrate?
I do not remember anything special that happened on this day,
so,
What a glorious ordinary day!

I made a cake… it smells as good! whole house does and my soul loved it!
I’ll have an afternoon tea with cake. Not alone, but with me soul!

“Molly, my sister and I fell out,
And what do you think it was all about?
She loved coffee and I loved tea,
And that was the reason we couldn’t agree.”

Aline TeaParty Martins

Alice -by Tim Burton
I won’t say much, since I love Tim Burton’s works…
but this movie is very polemic even before its release… but for those like me…
March 5th 2010 is the day…. to enjoy Alice in Wonderland
and a nice and crazy Tea Party