Dreams tell us so much about ourselves and how we are experiencing our lives and interactions with others. It is during our dreams that we dear to speak the things we are afraid to say and to think those thoughts we hesitate to elaborate. It is an opportunity to get to know ourselves deeper and at times, to not make any sense without the fear we would be labeled as crazy as there are no rules.
In thinking about dreams, I share a poem from Jorge Luis Borges.
If a dream were (as they say)
a truce, a pure repose of the mind,
Why, if you wake up abruptly,
Do you feel that you have been robbed of a fortune?
Why is it so sad to get up early? The time
it strips us of an inconceivable gift,
so intimate that it is only translatable
to a torpor the vigil bronze
with dreams, which may well be shattered reflections
of the treasures of the shadow,
of a timeless orb that is not named
and which the day deforms in its mirrors.
Who will you be tonight in the dark
dream, on the other side of your wall?
El sueño - Jorge Luis Borges
De «El otro, el mismo» (1964)
In thinking about dreams, I share a poem from Jorge Luis Borges.
If a dream were (as they say)
a truce, a pure repose of the mind,
Why, if you wake up abruptly,
Do you feel that you have been robbed of a fortune?
Why is it so sad to get up early? The time
it strips us of an inconceivable gift,
so intimate that it is only translatable
to a torpor the vigil bronze
with dreams, which may well be shattered reflections
of the treasures of the shadow,
of a timeless orb that is not named
and which the day deforms in its mirrors.
Who will you be tonight in the dark
dream, on the other side of your wall?
El sueño - Jorge Luis Borges
De «El otro, el mismo» (1964)
