Tender Seeds of Love

By Jennifer Barrera

Janelly, a successful writer, travels abroad to do some research on dark matter and time travel. While she is in Spain, she falls in love and discovers the meaning of love in the arms of Damian, a computer engineer who did his doctorate in electrical engineering. Janelly's research will be the insight for the writing of her next book; the characters Liana and Lily are based on that scientific realm between the unknown and mysticism.

It also dwells into a darker door; her subconsciousness and the meaning of dreams.

The scientific world, including NASA, has always wanted to investigate what is out there in the universe, such as tele-communication, telepathic, dark matter and dark holes.

Damian, the handsome bachelor, does research for the NASA.

Janelly is falling for all the good – what could go wrong? A bit of terror and chaos creates a compelling love story placed in Spain where their love will be tested by obstacles. Is true love always as we picture it? Is it a fantasy we make to survive the world? Tender Seeds of Love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tellwell Talent
• Release date: Sep 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9780228836162

Jennifer Barrera

JENNIFER BARRERA was born and raised in Montreal, Québec, Canada, from Salvadorian parents and Spanish descent. She was trained in ballet and jazz for 15 years. She graduated from Dawson College in Cinema and Communications. She studied for one year in Film Studies at Hoppenheim School of Cinema. She then graduated in Theatre from Concordia University, Montreal, Québec, Canada. She was in numerous plays and independent projects. She did a certificate at New York Film Academy in New York. She studied three years of art therapy with a renowned doctor of Salvadorian descent in order to propel her career. She lives in Montreal and loves the sea. She is very passionate.

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Tender Seeds of Love

Copyright © 2020 by Jennifer Barrera

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Copyrights Jennifer Barrera.

I would like to thank my mother for her support.

I would like to thank my father and his endless amount of continual insight even after his passing. I would like to give thanks to my friend and mentor Arguenta.

Preface

"Some use my own words…some even against me.

Abundance and joy, may it come at the darkness point,

The sun will rise, and everything shift.

With open door comes bright solutions."

Cosmic blue, how sweet you are in the universe?

I write about melodies and eminence of the world

I just always respond to something. God wanted it that way and God knows the fences they created with their morality.

I have morality but it was never like they made it.

I just let it fly away from myself…as I fly to who I am.

A young miss had scars by a brute. They were caused by a man and woman with a pathological

psychological disorder and they inflicted much pain.

They caused setbacks that she had to surpass and so she did.

They played the wonderful human.

She conquered against the corruption of system.

She bears the number four which implies the four-corner stone of the world; patience, wisdom, knowledge and faith. To some, it looked like a close-minded person but truly it delivered much within the ring of Saturn.

Some take ordinary to convert into something.

She was extraordinary.

She rises like a vortex of greatness.

Many failed and had to fall into the ground.

She was able to surpass all her setbacks that they put on her and lies.

That person took her star. It was a fraud.

You did this to harm the creation of a person with so much love.

You abandoned her in the mist of all the challenges because of your perception of morality.

You accepted the toxic lies.

Everyone knows the truth that you aren’t that person.

There was no surprise by the equinox.

Their wasted land of their wasted being.

You revealed pain. You revealed your own chaos. It altered inside of her. She surpassed yet again.

Janelly opens her book and starts reading about Liana, the daughter of Lily. She looks at the audience and glances at the side of the room where Damian is standing. Her mother is standing beside him. In this part of the book, Janelly describes the nurturing personality of Liana, a young girl seeking to be a human with more to herself than what they asked her mother Lily to be. Lily never had a choice. Much came to Janelly through her dreams and it revealed itself in her book The Time travel of Liana. through willingness and imagination. After her creation of Autumn Gaze, here she stood with this new adventure in her hands.

"She was passing through the woods. It was a lunar night. The clouds covered the moon and the sky with all it’s glamor. She was crossing the path to get to the other side of the woods to get water. The only water fountain in the village was made accessible by walking at least two miles. They were the longest miles to walk she felt. The threes covered all the village, the night was dark, and she was cold.

She arrived at the fountain. Arya was tired from the night before. It was a night of overthinking all that had occurred in the earliest days. The slight rain falling on her face was like a blessing from God that had decided to keep her on this Earth for redemption. Water that irradiated the forgotten and that enable to forget all that wasn’t her core essence.

It enabled her to keep the most precious thing in her path and she could feel it; it was her life.

Arya is the guiding star of Liana... Liana states this: Life, visible and invisible… in the black hole of what we couldn’t define, here I stand. I am to hold on to someone I love. I am one to say that sometimes, justice is done by humans. Sometimes, justice comes from a higher place. The sacred that we hold to express is ours to keep from ages to ages like raindrops in the sand that traces our footsteps. The spark of intelligence driven by intention can only free the minds, the hearts and the souls of those that seek to illuminate their greater being with pureness and truthfulness. These lines are not a sickness installed by someone, forced to be. They are the salvation. Although these lines became your reference of what is not to be spoken. When dreams seem far in a distant land, they come true with blooming golden rays. Tzaphiel whispered and the effete of my soul grew. They resonate with the vibration of my being, yet I can’t stop my dreaming. Some show delight and some are the core nightmare of my inside gut. I wondered for how long would this last. Attarib sparked rays of compassion. The mystic rose is where my heart stayed. In the axis of the earth, there lied all the answers and it was on a cloudy day, that without sun something happened inside of myself. In the expansion of the dark matter, in the unknown, rose the field of pureness like the field of magnetism exists. The sun shone somewhere deeper than expected. These words are words like a violinist plays, a singer sings, an actor acts, a dancer dances. They are my words that came to me through it all; despair, faith, love, abandonment and a renewal sense of belonging and laughter. Loneliness loves misery. I could not accept to remain without my words and this story.

It’s dawn still. The sun will be out soon, full of splendor. Janelly listens to her voicemail one last time. She just wants to make sure she has the latest details from her editor. Janelly feels consumed with the idea of having to bring more luggage than usual. She usually never travels this way but has no choice since she will be staying longer to write in Spain. She might head to another country in Europe afterwards but hasn’t decided yet. She takes her novel in her hands and heads out. The taxi is already outside waiting for her. The taxi company called to make sure she was ready on time. She waves at the taxi driver to show him that she is aware that he has arrived. The older man gets out of his car and heads towards the door. He is dressed in a kaki coat and is wearing rain brown boots. He asks her

Do you want me to put the luggage already?

Yes, please

Inside the taxi’s driver’s car, she is staring at the window listening to the radio playing. She arrives at the airport and waits for a while to pass immigration and then the luggage front desk to finally pass the boarding gate. She stands in front of the windows and notices that the airplane is arriving at the gate. They will board soon. They will probably wait a little and then embark to fly the sky. The desk person asks me: May I see your boarding pass?

I eagerly respond: Here it goes. The kind desk person nods and says: Thank you. Have a wonderful trip.

Janelly stands in line; waiting to embark. Next to her is an older grandmother of around 80 years old. She is dressed in pink. She is wearing a hat. The older lady is awaiting to embark also with her family. The grandmother is talking to her grandchild, a boy. The mother is also with his husband and his daughter. They seem like they are heading for a vacation.

The grandmother tosses what looks like her grandson hair’s. Apurate que los va a dejar el avion.

The grandchild seems to be embarrassed. Me estoy apurando pero es que mi maleta esta pesada.

The grandmother insist. Damela a mi.

Janelly listens to the grandmother. She understands Spanish. The grandmother is concerned, and she is also very funny how she implies that she wants her grandson to hurry.

Janelly walks through the gate; feeling a little anxiety and thinking this is perhaps destiny. She feels a little thirsty but can’t manage to drink water since she is about to board. The pilot greets every passenger. She smiles at the middle-aged man that still looks young. Inside the airplane, she sits comfortably. She has her computer ready to read a few emails and assignments sheets she created. She falls asleep before takeoff. She only opens her eyes when the plane is mid-air. She falls asleep again. She has been writing about her characters, Liana and Lily. Somehow everything has to do with her subconsciousness.

Janelly stands in the beach and the sea level drops to 6 meters below earth. It feels like a tsunami is occurring. She is thrown into the water. Everything around her is tossed inside the water, patio tables, curtains, shoes, purses, part of a fence and so many other things she can’t really see, and she is having a hard time swimming. She manages to swim. After a few minutes into the water, she is suddenly transported to a modern yellow car. She has no control. There is another yellow car behind. He passes Janelly’s car. There is a small collision.

She falls in the void. Then she is submerged in deep water again.

She is navigating a boat. Next, she is standing in a green vegetation island. Janelly walks through the sand feeling the heat in her feet, in each step. She notices a carnival afar and then realizes it’s a weeding this is occurring. All the faces are translucent.

Liana says

"Something is broken inside. Why would you abandon me?

In my prayer, I never stop having faith, I kept my faith.

I don’t see much. I can’t feel myself, but I remember I have to breath.

I want to see my face and walk again.

I want to see my light. I want to have

something that is constant and pure.

I will surpass this.

But you will see all that is great.

I want you to surpass this train."

Janelly starts screaming that she wants to get out.

A man is doing his jogging in the beach, punch after punch, he hits hard and sings. Janelly is sweaty and cold. She looks towards the sea and thinks how she managed to get out of there alive after such tsunami. All the water was getting inside her eyes and she couldn’t hold her breath for so long with such big waves. The calm has returned. The sky is bluish with slight green lights that falls perfectly into the trees and the water.

Janelly awakens in sweat and feels her breath and air running through her veins and lungs. It was all so very real, but she tells herself it was just a nightmare.

At that same moment, the stewardess passes by. The stewardess is a young woman in her late twenties, early thirties, she has blond natural hair and opaque eyes. She is wearing natural make-up to cover her tired eyes. One can only notice once she leans forward. She has a few rings on her fingers. She seems like a very kind person who has been on this job for a long time that she does everything so fast and naturally. The stewardess politely says, May I get you something to drink?

Janelly politely answers back: Yes, an apple juice please…and water please.

We have chicken sandwiches and burritos for meal, which one would you like?

Janelly realizes how hungry she is.

Chicken sandwich please. she tells the stewardess.

The stewardess hands her the sandwich. You look like someone familiar? You look like someone I have seen on TV.

I am a writer. Janelly says.

Ah, that’s a marvelous job. replies the stewardess.

If you like writing. Janelly says.

The stewardess smiles and walks away to attend the next passenger behind. She didn’t seem too impress with Janelly’s answer. Perhaps she was waiting for a superstar or a well-known singer. Perhaps, she was waiting for a soap-opera actor that she loves.

Janelly laughs a little at the thought of being famous. She is known but not famous like a celebrity on the red carpet that attends the Met Gala. Those galas appear to be bigger than everything and yet we see human beings there. Janelly often thinks of each of them as an envelope ready to unfold something more to see. She finds it amusing when people recognize who she is. It’s almost like she is one of her character. Janelly puts her headphones on and gets her cellphone and listens to her playlist. She has brown hair up to the shoulders. She wears her bright red lipstick with class. She is wearing a nude colored dress with red sleeves, accentuated with studs. Her shoes are gold.

She listens to the lyrics. The song reverberates something in her. Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers. After that song she listens to Chopin NoctureOp 9, No.2. She is lost in her thoughts. The music makes her think about her writing and her life. She thinks how she has been dealing with her team. She likes to express herself in order to be as creative as she can. She wants her team to always understand that. Janelly enjoys having good communication with each of them.

Janelly wanted this trip to happen because she wants to meet people from the department of engineering and wants to discuss dark matter and time travel. She was first appointed to an astronomy engineer, but later she was appointed this engineer in order to converse this matter. They are a team that investigate this. It is a nice excuse to travel.

"Oh my love, my darling

I’ve hungered for your touch.

A long, lonely time

And time goes by so slowly

Janelly takes her laptop and starts writing. She writes on her draft and notes for each character. She really wants her readers to relate to Liana. Liana is not an ingénue, she is not a martyr either, but a warrior character. Time passed by very fast, she has another nap in which she again dreamed that she was at a carnival weeding and she was dancing. The airplane is about to descend, and the pilot notifies the passengers to seat belt themselves. The decent has turbulence, more than Janelly is accustomed to. After the check up at the airport, Janelly grabs a taxicab to her hotel. She has a big room and a terrific view with a terrace. She opens the door to the balcony and heads outside and breaths the fresh air. She is starving. She orders makis from the lounge downstairs of the hotel with a New-York. She is exhausted from writing and reading her notes. She has written so much. She is preparing her meet-up with Damian, the engineering, they appointed for her to meet. Janelly is reviewing her notes.

The next day, she meets the computer