It's not that I die of love

It's not that I die of love, I die of you.
I die of you, love, of loving you,
of me needing my skin on yours,
of my soul yours and of my mouth
and the unbearable me without you.

I die of you and me, die of both, of us, of that,
ripped, broken,
I die, you die, that die.

We die in my room, in which I am alone,
in my bed in which you lack,
in the street where my embrace goes empty,
in the movies and parks, in the streetcars,
the places where my shoulder is used to your head
and my hand in your hand
and my whole self knows you as I know myself.

We die in the place I lent to the air
so you're outside me,
and in the place where air ends
when I throw my skin on you
and we know each other in ourselves, separated from the world
blissful, penetrated, and true, unending.

We die, we know it, they ignore it, we die
between us, now, separated,
one of the other, everyday,
falling down in multiple statues,
in gestures we see each other,
in our hands that need us.

Nos morirnos, amor, muero en tu vientre
que no muerdo ni beso,
en tus muslos dulcнsimos y vivos
en tu carne sin fin, muero de mбscaras,
de triбngulos obscuros e incesantes.
Me muero de mi cuerpo y de tu cuerpo,
de nuestra muerte, amor, muero, morirnos.
En el pozo de amor a todas horas,
inconsolable, a gritos,
dentro de mн, quiero decir, te llamo,
te llaman los que nacen, los que vienen
de atrбs, de ti, los que a ti llegan.
Nos morimos, amor, y nada hacemos
sino morirnos mбs, hora tras hora,
y escribirnos y hablarnos y morirnos.

[Jaime Sabines]

meditation experience

The process of self-learning in yoga lies in the concept of meditation: absolute concentration on self. In the long process of self-observation you might find out some 
exciting things inside your soul. 
Few days ago, my self-learning deepened at the yoga class. That was the meditation on the candle, which was the first time for me to try this unusual way 
of meditation. The process was quite easy for me to follow. In front of a mirror was to be placed 
a lit candle, so that you can also see yourself in the mirror. There should not be any more light in the room. Now the task for me was to first observe the candle itself and concentrate on fire.
I was frightened: while I was watching the candle light, my head 
disappeared in the mirror. There was no head at all. Then I had a feeling of being a man.  As my teacher later explained me: disappearance of the head is a very good sign, which means I have cleaned my conscious. Being a man or feeling like a man could also be my second self, which is quite an interesting theory.
The second step in this meditation process was observing self as the reflection in the mirror. While looking into my eyes I again saw my head blurred and then disappearing 
altogether.  In the process I saw my face changing into a face of an older me in the age of 60-70.
I would only say, that meditation left me even more pensive on what is there inside my soul.
I came to a certain realization that there exist absolutely no boundaries in the human's mind. In the process of constant meditation and self-talk we become emotionally stronger. We can understand our meaning in life and our emotions on a deeper level.
In the chaotic wild run of life many of us sometimes forget to take time for talking with self, which as I have realised is vital.

Oh Rusia!

Oh Rusia, noble Rusia, santa Rusia,
cien veces noble y santa
desde que roto el baculo y el cetro,
empunas el martillo y la guardanal.
En promontorio de Occidente,
por estas tierras altas
erizadas de sierras, vastas liras
de piedra y sol, por sus llanuras padras
y por sus campos verdes,
sus frios hondos, sus marinas claras,
bajo la negra encina y el aureo limonero,
junto al clavel y la retama,
de monte a monte y rio a rio
oyes la voz de Espana?
Mientras la guerra atruena
de mar a mar, ella te grita Hermana!

Dreams

The  most recent question I have had in mind was concerning my dreams.  That has been ever since last Septmeber when I first started seeing them and in November when my dreams became real.
My unusual dreams referring to the lives of people I know and myself, narrating of coming difficulties or dramas started worrying me more than ever. Waking up Friday morning in a horror that tomorrow morning might bring something unpleasant.
What is the nature of those dreams? Whats the purpose of the precaution if you can hardly change something?
Both Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung identified dreams as an interaction between the unconscious and the conscious. They also assert together that the unconscious is the dominant force of the dream, and in dreams it conveys its own mental activity to the perceptive faculty. While Freud felt that there was an active censorship against the unconscious even during sleep, Jung argued that the dream's bizarre quality is an efficient language, comparable to poetry and uniquely capable of revealing the underlying meaning.
Should I believe Freud on this?
Can it be possible that a mentally healthy person would have the knowledge of the coming disaster or in my case, problems? Do we all initially have all our life written on the back of the mind or is it just a message we're getting from time to time?
And what bothers me and makes me even more curious about the nature of dreams is the their source. This way, if those are God-sent or destiny-sent, then ok I give up, life is pre-written and I am just a plaything. If not - then I am the God of myself and well, whoever is reading 
this is too.