Every man has a place, in his heart there's a space,
and the world can't erase his fantasies
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
all your dreams will come true, right away
Every thought is a dream, rushing by in a stream,
bringing life to our kingdom of doing
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
all your dreams will come true, miles away
Come see victory, in the land called fantasy
loving life, a new decree,
bring your mind to everlasting liberty
Come to see, victory in a land called fantasy,
loving life, for you and me, to behold, to your soul is ecstasy
You will find, other kind, that has been in search for you,
many lives has brought you to
recognize it's your life, now in review
and as you stay for the play, fantasy, has in store for you,
a glowing light will see you through
It's your day, shining day, all your dreams come true
As you glide, in your stride with the wind, as you fly away
give a smile, from your lips, and say
I am free, yes I'm free, now I'm on my way
~ Fantasy
The announcer came on after this great song by Earth, Wind and Fire and said rather matter-of-factly, "Reality is…this is a crumby morning."
I was taken aback. For reality is what you make of it, and this morning to me is— wonderful.
It is an opportunity for many little things to happen that normally do not. It is a chance to see and be and do something extra ordinary—make hot chocolate, make love on a whim, move slowly (if only as a precaution), be late for work and not worry about it, wear those snazzy leather gloves you like to wear, or simply appreciate the beautiful chaos of nature in the Fall—it is not hard when all you have to do is look out your window to see the wet and windswept streets with a resplendently random patchwork of autumn leaves adorning them.
Moreover, and maybe most importantly today, the Reasons Why we will have floods and traffic and wet pants are the same reasons why we must retreat inside and celebrate, for it is a grand chance to dance.
I already have. Fantasy brought the best out in me bright and early. It swelled an energy in me which began at my core and seeped on through the rest of me till I could feel it tingling atop my skin. Thus, I really had no choice but to dance.
I'll insert only one sad note here—truth is, we don't dance enough.
Some of my greatest little dreams are about dancing upon a whim, especially it if is in public. Thus, I am compelled to share a slightly vain one I had a few weeks ago after dancing to one of my currently favorite tunes by the Mexican chanteuse Thalia, entitled A Quien Le Importa??
La gente me señala
Me apunta con el dedo
Susurra a mis espaldas
Ya mi me importa un bledo
Que mas de da?
Si soy distinta a ellos
No soy de nadie
no tengo dueño
Yo se que me critican
Me consta que me odian
La envidia les corroe
Mi vida les agobia
Porque será?
Yo no tengo la culpa
Mis circunstancias les insultan
Mi destino es el que yo
Decido el que yo
Elijo para mí
A quien le importa lo que yo haga?
A quien le importa lo que yo diga?
Yo soy así, y así seguiré
Nunca cambiare
Quizá la culpa es mía
Por no seguir la norma
Ya es demasiado tarde
Para cambiar ahora
Me mantendré firme en mis convicciones
Reforzare mis posiciones
Mi destino es el que yo
Decido el que yo
Elijo para mí
A quien le importa lo que yo haga?
A quien le importa lo que yo diga?
Yo soy así, y así seguiré
Nunca cambiare
Yo soy así y así seguiré
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