La Maldicion De Los Suenos -

You become a ghost walking through your own life. Your body is at the dinner table, but your heart is still in that dream. Your hands are typing the report, but your mind is still holding that imaginary face.

You dream of the lover who didn't stay. In the dream, they look at you with eyes full of the forgiveness you never received. Their hand fits perfectly in yours. You talk for hours about nothing, and everything. Then the alarm rings. You open your eyes to the cold side of the bed and the weight of an apology you never got. That is the curse. la maldicion de los suenos

The curse ends the moment you stop asking, "Why can't I have that?" and start asking, "What part of that can I build today?" You become a ghost walking through your own life

We are taught from childhood that dreams are the language of the soul. That to dream is to be alive. That the dreamer is the architect of a future no one else can see. You dream of the lover who didn't stay

You dream of the person you could have become. The brave one. The free one. The one who said "yes" to the risk instead of "no" out of fear. That version of you is so real, so close, you can almost touch them. And then the sun rises, and you are left with the ghost of a parallel life.

You cannot ask your soul to be less ambitious. You cannot negotiate with the part of you that craves more. To stop dreaming would be to die while still breathing. So you endure the curse. Night after night. Dream after dream.