When you do not know where you are going to wake up, holds its breath before opening his eyes. When one realizes that the dream has passed, that there is daylight and a window and maybe someone else out there, a second great uncertainty, fear and curiosity rather than urgent, seizes every muscle, every organ and each cell is now awake, returning to life.
are times when the simple act of opening his eyes, to discover first the ceiling, then walls and the color, light or furniture in the room, most likely resemble the paroxysm of birth, our first arrival in this world that the simple end of a night's sleep. It is not often, and usually requires having traveled and stayed in a few days in different beds in different rooms, the miracle which determines that the memory loss course a good morning and gives us that moment of discovery, revelation, rebirth.
Because the place where we are waking a lot to do with who we are because we know our identity until we stand every morning in space and time, and why now, when I yield to the curiosity, when I separate the pink shade of my eyes and find where I am, has distilled the essence the juice of this life: sleep, consciousness, fear, the question, the courage, adventure, discovery, surprise
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