But Carmen's Dreams
Remained in Butuan

Afterword

by: Carmela Woitecki

To a special friend, thank you so much for the inspiration!

These wondrous thoughts were insignificant before the moment you came into my life. You came, set my thoughts and feelings free and breathe life into them. I took the opportunity to think them over, feel, live and write down these moments.

And so my short story about Carmen and Eduardo Paterno came into being. Their story parallels a true story which may be familiar to both of us and some others who may by chance read or hear about it. I then started to write and having written moved on: no interludes of passion nor reason shall turn it back to cancel half a line, neither a single tear would wash a word of it.

The parallel story happened during moments of just being, reflecting moments felt and lived, not merely framed thoughts which have been unfolded. The story may move on with the waves of time and circumstances. Whenever the inevitable moment comes, I hope to have the same inspiration to put down these moments of just being to writing. You'll be the first to read about it.

I consider these literary moments in my life as inspiring, encouraging and healing. Hopefully, it would have the same effect on you. If not, try to make me an instrument to come to this effect. I'm sure you will, being my partner-in-crime. Do spend your time reading this seemingly excruciating love story - our joint feat of beauty and a joy forever - and keep it in your treasure box for me. Herewith, thanks for the beauty of all that we share.

Moreover, I've learned to make it a point never to take for granted every person close to my heart, because I might wake up one day and realize that I have lost a diamond because I was too busy collecting stones.

And finally, I pondered on love's wishful reality: Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; Love does not brag and is not arrogant, Love does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered. Love does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. But given the chance, love can turn from happy to blue. I wouldn't wish this on you anyway.

Dream-awaking

Then, if you go, you seem not to have existed for me.
I find myself from a dream awakened,
Longing for a next deeper night
To enjoy old lies smilingly.
But, when you come, I know not how it would be without you,
You heart of the dead world: You fire, flame cooling me off
As I escape, its memory overcomes me.
And so I ramble, always willing to laugh, early in the poor hour;
Finding myself reeling between visions;
Into the time I glide, unknowing:
Do I love you just in a dream, just in a dream-awaking?
Thus, what I did, remained unalterable.

Copyright 031207


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