For some time already, I thought the dreams were there to be satiated one day .... The trouble is that I'm a big dreamer and eternal ... One day maybe I'd known then famous because I have a pretty voice, or because I draw abstractly not too bad, or because I write things that affect some people's hearts ....
Then the dream starts to fall apart ... It becomes a reminder that we desire to forget ... He remains there in a million thoughts .... We realize that we must keep a part of reality and that none of this could really be accomplished.
Anyway I wanted to write something somewhere and this place seemed appropriate ... As a semblance of home ^ ^ I talk about the dream because it is an important thing to dream and another to realize that not everything is achievable and we must keep our feet on the ground ...
Even if one day I dreamed I met you ... You little angel accompanying me in my day ... And my dream came true ....
Snow ... She's sweet, she is cold when it falls on you, it gets hot when it is in your hands, it is beginning to flake and water at the end ... Nothing is more paradoxical than snow ....
Why I say snow? And also because she is a dream and yet I do not like it ...
brief, small article not strictly for nothing but ... It is there then here ....
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