The magical dream

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Hi another time!! So here I am. I could speak about  shark´s liking in China; Bisphenol A issue at America and at Europe; the scientific fight in Antarctic Region between Russia, UK and USA but sincerely I don t feel like.

So, I will speak like an older person and I will speak about something different, something that is more a feeling or a personal impression than a contrasted new. I guess it is a consequence of being an artistic mind because sometimes I have this weird sensation for the beauty in general patterns.

So, yesterday, I was going to the Centre Library of my previous faculty sited on a green zone and universitary of Madrid´s heart. I was reading in French the book of Fred Vargas "Les vents de Neptune" (Neptune´s wind) and I was imagining this Canadian landscapes in winter with a plenty of lakes, a mass of forest and very cold in the air. I was trying to figure out how it would be the changing leaves at these places, thereby the public transport time died. When I was arrived to the metro station desired I could find this park called Moncloa.

I could pick up a bus (or coach) to arrive to the Centre Library of my faculty but I preferred to through this Moncloa Park, in spite of that means 15 minutes more. However, I have never taken this transport. So, I was walking a little faster to finish the last bureaucracy to have my diploma but I could feel this pure air and, suddenly, I could see a lonely tree without leaves between the conifere side, the ground was covered of a golden cover in a circle area. Time stopped. I couldn´t breath with such a beauty. Between the dark coniferes there was a kind of celestial tree that has born on ground with the cost of losing their leaves like they were wings from an angel. Unfortunately, I wasted several minutes in this position and I had to fix the last university things. So, I went away, keen on thinking about. Sometimes, I realize that I am an odd animal caged and unknown that no one and I can´t understand.

Finally, I had arrived and I fixed everything. They told me that everything had done and now, I must wait the receipt of my diploma that will be sent to my home. At the end, I am closer to have a little paper that show I have finished my degree 5 months ago. You know, Spanish bureaucracy, nothing in comparison with the Canadian.

And I passed to the Library  and I took 3 books in English about my degree to improve a little my vocabulary.

So, I finished there and I could go back to my home. Another time I had to choose the coach or my own feets. Do you know the answer, don´t you? Yes, I decided walking to the metro station.

I could enter in this park, covered by leaves that were drift by wind. They were traces of last rains. Coniferes were silenced like the park itself. I could see pigeons, black birds (Turdus merula) and little parrots (an invasive alien specie) on the green grass. There was no one with 3 persons like exception and then, I went up and down by little hills (It is a curiosity but these hills are a common origin at Local War. Indeed, at XVIII century a lot of people were killed there by Napoleonic soldiers and hundred years later, the stage of Local War, a war were foreign countries tested the weapons of WWII such as the Soviet "moscas" (flies ) and the German "Stuka" (or whatever it is written)).

So, finally this park is a kind of temple for lost souls, with coniferes and autumn trees. It seemed a paint with red, gold, dark and pale green, like colors, thereby you can figure out a little trace of their solemnity. I finished in a little water steam. Two black birds were watching me on the banks, shocked by the deed of seeing a human in that morning. The water sound was like a drug to me. It was magical. I know, I was dreaming in an alive dream. Surprisingly, I saw another time. I saw a golden color more intense than other. I could see the pieces of gold, a shiny sun on the Earth, whereas Sun lights went through out by branches and leaves. A lonely individual. I kept walking and I found 3 students below another golden tree, a tree like the first I had seen but huger and higher;  the trunk had several feets, a mission impossible to around with your arms;  they had leaves yet, in spite of there were ones on the ground. I had a lot of curiosity because this gold color was more intense than other leaves. My scientific mind was working. It wasn´t a Populus genre like other trees. It was odder and strange. I took a leave, while my mind was working and I got it. It was Ginkgo biloba, a fossil alive and Chinese like origin. Indeed, I think I said their name and maybe the 3 students that they were able to identify this tree, looked at me with a surprised face and, at the same time, if they were known the species name.

I guess, sometimes I can be very crazy and I think It is the reason I am lonely. People doesn´t have spirituality. Everything is physical in this life. Maybe I am a romantic lover from XIX century but this is dreaming one more time.

Have a nice beginning of week!

P.S.: I am so sorry that I hadn´t a camera to draw the image but I hope I will draw the dream with my own and poor words.