And so it is with the now. I am making tomorrow.

It sounds like a tongue twister but it is not.

The following image it's a screenshot of one of my folders on my hard drive and it says that in 2018 I was researching how to make money with a blog. I thought about it a lot, I tried several times, but due to connectivity problems in this country it was not possible.

Then at the end of 2022 I met Hive and Web3.

I could be any one of the many people around me today who have no idea that Web3 exists, or worse, I could be one of those people I tell about Hive and they don't even show interest. I could be totally ignorant about cryptocurrencies. It could be so many things, far from a blog that monetizes... right?

But thoughts - as Neville Goddard rightly says - are things.

Perhaps it is nonsense to you, or perhaps you are one of those who believe in casualty rather than causality.

(if in your mind is the question why I think this way)

I can tell you that my life is full of examples. Sometimes I open a notebook and there it is, just what I planned and wrote down a few years ago, ended up coming true. I am living in the house I wished one day I had, surrounded by trees and birds.

The fact is that I have only recently become aware of this, maybe two or three years ago, and the intensity with which I am believing in this is of course increasing with each passing day.

Lately I feel that sometimes I want something and it comes very fast into my life. This is good, but there is also the fact that we don't always have good thoughts in our mind, it worries me. Because the bad can also manifest itself. I try to take out the bad thoughts and put the right ones there; but sometimes it is hard, especially if there are people around you with negative ideas and (in short) other ways of thinking.

Maybe it also happens to me with things I wrote in the past - who knows? The mind of someone who wants to become a writer one day must always be fertile. Although I honestly confess that I haven't worked hard at this writing thing. It takes a lot of practice, reading and contact with writers, perhaps. Or I have not put in my mind (as if I were living it) the idea of me, signing an autograph, to someone, at a presentation of a book of mine, even if the autograph signature is on the back of one of my readers.

Well, hidden there under the word "Quiero" (I want) is also something I wrote around that time.

Quiero

I want to be the wave that, by caressing you, lives without tedium its life as a wave, with that slow, rhythmic coming and going of calm days; but also to explode joyfully on the imperfections of the earth and in the wind to shred my passion of water and salt, if you pretend me.

I want to paint on your body doors, riddles, runes, the colours you see... and I want to amplify the smell of your possessed body, before I walk through you, before I peek into that humanity that defines you.

I want the unthinkable to happen, that life will twist in my side, that there will be no more dark voices in my café, no more riddles, no more doubts... only gypsy dances and beads and truths.

I want to pluck up my courage and scream, scream with all the contained screams of this world, even those to come... for you to come back, so I don't repeat that I miss you like seas, like waves, so that you no longer silence my intense way of living you, even if this desire is, in itself, impossible.

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