Dream is like a butterfly. It is light and weightless, but it's worth to touch her and she will not be able to fly as they are ... Big dreams are not always bright as swallowtail. Innermost. Secret, even from our minds, dreams n in the twilight of our consciousness. We can not even articulate them. They are like a revelation - when they close, we hear the movement of air from their wings
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
When a dream dies ...
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