The first time I saw a nude woman was when I was a little boy.
She rose from the waters of a bathtub with a beautiful
smile.
The first painting I ever saw of a woman was of a
mythological goddess of love.
The first best friend I had on Earth was a girl named Diana.
I would run downstairs to knock on her door.
We held hands as we climbed the hills of our Eden, Saint
Mary’s Park, where a dragonfly hovered in front of me before it flew into my
hair and where I saw a new butterfly dried itself by sunlight that made wings
more beautiful than any stained glass window of church. We enjoyed freedom to
explore an asteroid of a rock formation on Eagle Avenue.
We learned and laughed on the way to our castle of a school.
My mother worked in a pen and pencil factory but still made
time to draw a smile by teaching me my 1,2,3s and my ABCs. And that helped me
teach my fellow first graders.
One day, the children were released early into the arms of
grimfaced parents.
No one came for me.
I opened the door of our apartment and saw a man take off
his glasses to look at a clock.
He talked about President Kennedy killed in Dallas, Texas.
I didn’t understand Death but this was the end of Eden.
The better angel of our nature, John Glenn, was the next
best thing to The Second Coming Of Jesus.
The great parade for hero astronaut was the last. It was the season
finale of The Space Age Camelot. When I was a kid, I imagined a new century.
I imagined a conversation with my future self.
Reality has other ideas.
Art & art direction & text by Daniel Angel Aponte
Dreamer
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