And it's so weird to think about "Los Angeles" without angels because each time that the memories invade me, they don't come just with those blue skies, those sunsets, those palmtrees, those seagulls, those beaches, those streets, that Hollywood sign which looms in the distance, those stars on the boulevard full of dreams or that city full of bright; the memories invade me also with the eyes of those who today are considered as the angels that come to my life.
Perharps for you or for the majority of the people could be odd or a little bit excessive to call someone angel, but in the way how I see it, an angel is that person full of bright and light who makes you feel like in home; who makes you and allows you to be who you really are; who protects you; who brithens up your life with his own presence; who teaches you; and the most important thing, is someone who conects you with the soul of the universe because he fills you with love. Thanks God I can pressume about all the angels that I have in my life; however today I want to pressume the angels who came to me in the city of angels.
Because it's true there were a lot of people who came and left; a lot of angels who come to bring a little bit of their light; as well as a lot of them are not here anymore. It may sound bizarre considering the short time that we spent in that city together; but sometimes the most important people in your life appear, like that, in short time and in the less expected place. You can call it as you want: coincidence, chance, luck, destiny or simply you can call it as something that it was meant to be; nevertheless let's call what you call it will be always a wonderful silver lining that comes without wait it.
Sometimes I think about which can be the reason that makes you crave for those people or that place; which can be the reason that makes you feel close to the people who were strangers for you just months ago; which can be the reason that made you give them a part of you; which can be the reason why you feel that you know them since forever; which can be the reason why even now and being so far away you feel them so close; which can be the reason to call them friends or in my case "angels"; whichever can be the reason; maybe the reason doesn't exist or maybe that reason is not coherent or rational because the standars of our society which tell us that a friend is someone that you know during years; I should say that for me, and considering that I'm not rational at all, the reason is that some divine hand, which wrote all in the universe, took over everything and collected some lost pieces from around the world and put them together in the same puzzle call it dream, call it: "city of angels".
"City of angels" that has a hundred of bewitching places which can take us back to a moment, to a gaze, to a smile, to a word, to a song, to a hug, to a dream, to a tear, to a sensation, to a feeling, to a laugh, to a lesson, to a story, to a special day, to a sunny day, to a fight, to a last word, to a last look, to an ilusion and to a promise that was kept at infinity; bewitching places in which our essences and our memories were recorded; bewitching places which could write the chronic of our dream and our adventure; bewitching places that can be a café (restaurant) across the street; a beach in Hermosa or Redondo; a supermarket near to you; a sofa on the lounge or on an apartment; a lonely parking lot (not that lonely in the break); a mexican, japonais, chinois or italian restaurant; a place in hawthorne and pacific coast; a subway; a corner bakery; a pancake house or simply a classroon in the building that became our second house; bewitching places which can seem so simple but which inclose anecdotes, comments and tales of the story that today can be written; bewitching places which have seen the angels come and go undeterred by their presences.
And althought we came from different countries; we have different cultures; we speak different languages; we have different ways of thinking; we have different ages or different experiences; we are and we always have been one heart beating for the same dream in the same city; we are an incredible coincidence in a small group.
I really would love to talk about each one of the angels that have been crossed by my side but the pages are not enough eternal and the words are not enough extensive; but in spite of the fact that my heart is distributed by many countries; if I stop to think, the 3 biggest pieces are the ones that I long for the most.
3 pieces of my heart that speak 3 languages; 3 pieces of my heart that have different names, different personalities and dreams; 3 pieces of my heart that stayed as the angels of my city of angels; 3 pieces of my heart that have 3 different pair of eyes; 3 pieces of my heart that teach me everyday the meaning of a sincere and truly "I miss you"; 3 pieces of my heart that I'm missing and that connect me with 3 different versions of myself.
It can be that piece with those pair of blue feline eyes; those eyes which reflect tenacity, priorities, an inner child who can be a great man, a brillian and hopefull future, an intelligence to decide and go after what you dream, determination an valor; those pair of eyes which reflect the dreams fullfilled and how far you are going to get. It can be that piece with those big light spoty brown eyes which show me the sweet size of the life (sweetness as the chocolate), which project a kind of innocence. which allow you to see a dreamer, determinated, confuse, smart and different guy; those pair of eyes which stay the dream in the middle of the dream. Or it can be that piece with those dark deep brown eyes which have a magneto that attracts you and that makes you want to know more; which hide that misterious, sensitive and interesting human being with many qualities; which show you the funniest and gayer side of the life; which will surprise you with how much they captivate and how easy is to immerse yourself into them to get to the bottom of that amazing human being that is hidden with great care; those pair of eyes which make you feel like in family and in home.
These are the 3 angels which have the 3 biggest pieces of my heart; these 3 angels full of qualities, light, emotions and love; these 3 angels that have a different parts of my heart and my soul; these 3 angels which have crossed barriers and which taught me how to find a conexion through the ocean and the distance; these 3 angels which know with certainty that it doesn't matter where we are or what can happen they're always gonna have that part of me and that inconditional support; these 3 angels which show me their different ways to see and to face the life; these 3 angels for which I keep hugs that cross and cover cities; these 3 angels which I'm gonna miss forever; these 3 angels which are my family on another continent; these 3 angels which made of "Los Angeles" my "City of angels".
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