A dream...

Last night I had a dream with my first love. I fell in love with this person when I was thirteen years-old, and the last time we spoke was about a year before I moved to London, more than five years ago.
In my dream, I went back to the place where we met and I saw him just the way he looked like when I was 13. The funny thing is that I dreamt myself they way I am now, being a 29 year-old.
What an odd feeling. I am certain I am not in love with him anymore, but I was glad, like when you see a friend you have not seen for a long time. Still, what I felt is not the same you feel for your friends, even the best ones.
I had the same sort of dream with the second person I fell in love with, about a month ago. This happened when I was 21, when I was at University. Yet again, I am certain I am not in love with him, but at the same time I know that I regard him differently than my other friends.

This morning, after that dream, I stayed in bed for a little while (partly dozing, partly waiting for the shower to be free...) concentrating in sending good vibes to my first love... wishing he has a happy, happy life.

I remembered my mum said something like this: when you really have loved someone, this someone always has a place in you. Of course the feelings change, and probably, just as it has happened with my first two loves, you lose touch... and you don't know anymore what happens in each other lives, if that person is happy, if he has found love again... but somewhere in the whirlwind of time, there are still the nice memories.

I fell in love a third time... it is such the way it goes!... and I am alone once more. But if it all what I have just said is true, then he will always have a special place in my heart, and somewhere in the whirlwind of time the memories of the moments together will still be... he will live in my dreams and I will wake up the morning after, sending good vibes for him to have a happy, happy life.

I am enjoying the sweet and sour taste of that thought...

Photos!!!!

Well, I enjoy taking photographs and thought you might be interested in having a look at them. I have started a Flickr account and included the link in my list (the column on your right hand side). There are just a few photos in there, from my last trip to Spain. I have a few of the snow in London and of the celebrations for my birthday and my PhD (two weeks on and I am still partying!!!), hopefully I will include those in the following days.

Enjoy!!!.

Birthday snow

I woke up today to find it was snowing!. Well, it had been predicted by the Met office yesterday.
Now, for many people around here is normal (the swedish and the germans were not really impressed...), but for me it is amazing. I saw snow in the mountains close to my city three times in my life before coming here: when I was 6 years old, again when I was 16 and the last one when I was 22. Never saw it falling from the sky; so the first time it happened, during my second year in London, I absolutely loved it.

On top of that, this time it happened on my birthday. Cool!. I am staying at my friend Michy's place, which is a 5 min-walk to Hyde Park. So, since the transport turns crazy when it snows, we decided to walk through the park and try to catch a bus from Marble Arch to work. I took many pictures!. My feet ended up wet (the Converse trainers are not made for these adventures, but hey!, I forgot I had the other pair at work) and my trousers too.

In the end we managed to catch the tube from Marble Arch, so as I walked from St. Paul's to the lab, I enjoyed another bit of snow. I actually found myself walking slowly, slowly, letting the flakes fall on my face and be trapped on my eyelashes. It was freezing!, but I really liked it.

What a nice birthday present!!!.

(the image is from the news.bbc website)