But there are also the dreams that come to us when we close our eyes. Dreams that often transport us to realities that are in our thoughts, emotions mixed with desires that remain either because there are moments, situations or people who are already gone and we would like to return and even if, live them once again.

Those are for me, the dreams of the soul ...

My father was a very important man for me. His example is part of who I am today in life. He taught me that righteousness, loyalty, and honesty are essential and non-negotiable values. That only with those values can you move forward and be a better person. I don't know if I have reached this point, I think I have, but for me, this legacy is very important and in fact, this is what I have tried to transmit to my son.

My father passed away exactly fourteen years ago. It was an unexpected moment and very difficult to face. I was very hurt by his physical absence, especially because, in his months before he died, I did not share moments with him as I should have. The rhythm of daily life means that sometimes we forget to get close to our loved ones and share moments that later become a source of pain because you did not live them in time. It happened to me with my father. When he died, I suffered a long time in silence because of it.

At that time, I had a recurring dream, perhaps a product of my emotions and of that feeling of painful absence that I experienced in myself because of so many things. I dreamt that he came to my bed when I was asleep, as when I was a child, and he caressed me in silence, watching me sleep. I felt that presence as something wonderful that protected me and made me feel safe inside my dream.

Suddenly, I woke up to find him sitting in front of me, with his sweet look telling me that everything was going to be okay. Then I would quickly get up to hug him, but he was gone. All that remained was the memory of his gentle, protective smile, which gave me comfort so often in times of distress and trouble.