It has been quite rare for me to be visited in dreams by a long gone Tita but I do remember her promise of visiting me whenever. “Bibisitahin kita paminsan-minsan” (I shall visit you once in a while), she said. She would have this uncanny sense of timing and she would often dispense unsolicited advice that seemed unwarranted and out of the blue at the time. It was as if she was always shadowing me. This is what I remember of her visit:
Stop this. Look elsewhere. Fly elsewhere.
Look elsewhere. What you seek is not here. The sun has set and the mayas have folded their wings. It is late in the night and the candles are already resting. So take off your shoes, rest for a spell. Afford yourself some sleep and when the darkness departs, set off once more.
Go. What you seek is not here. It is time to fly elsewhere.