These are my not-equally-realistic-nor-equally-desired twenty something dreams. Teenage dreams -revisited, really.
- Create the ideal festival line-up and preferably have the band perform a private and/or acoustic set. I'd start with Kings of Leon, Something Corporate, Pearl Jam and Alice in Chains. Not necessarily in that order.
- Call myself Master in Communication sciences / Translation [After 7 seven years I deserve them titles, no?]
- Write the lyrics to an amazing song or write a book
- Have a song written about me
- Translate a book. Preferably by Jaime Bayly or Albert Espinosa. Not a French one in each case, a Spanish one.
- Wear a blue wedding dress [If I ever do get married, of course]
- Make a world trip and fall in love with a thousand views.
- Fall in love tout court.
- Learn another three languages. To start with.
- Be a godmother [in progress]
- Feel free of all doubt [even for the briefest moment]
- Make a difference [even the slightest, to only one person]
- Go to Latin-America. Argentina, Mexico, Cuba, Brazil, Chile, Paraguay, Venezuela, you get the picture.
- Go to Latin-America and learn a local dance. Tango?
- Compose the soundtrack of my life, never get tired of it and blast all the songs through the stereo at the same time. Or maybe I should just select my favorite part of each song.
- Always find the right words. At the right time. In the right order.
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