and full of ambitions.
As the years went on, one by one those ambitions were crushed. Put away for another day, and then forgotten. I told myself not to dream and not to think: it's not going to happen. Not now. Just focus on what's happening now.
I almost lost the ability to dream amazing things. I still have it, it's just lying dormant. Hopes, dreams, ambitions... where are they? Can I recall them at all? The only dreams I have nowadays are violent ones. Struggles. Always struggling.
Maybe that's why I haven't been so creative lately.
And damn it José, I miss you already.