The nightmares are over. I woke up and the orange line that surrounds the shapes of the walls was back. The walk outs in the underworld are over these season. As I opened the window my ship was there and I saw the fisherman gathering at the escollera. Bright day also. Juliana woke up while I cleaned the ship and made delicious coffee. She is back in shorts. She is back in the house and put her wings in its land case. I just love when that happens. It means she is going to stay for the whole summer. I will hear her breathing and heart beats. She will be dancing the music I bought in the past months and her brother's music. Something for the tortured soul as she defines it.
Both Sirdo and Pula have changed the furniture. This is what we call the Don Justo Café from the Amazon. It is about a white background, ironworks, random gentle people and mid size palm trees. Deities in the house. Prayers for them.
