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my house, I was convinced that everything I had dreamed of a direct relationship with the world of wakefulness, several

I awoke the beam that runs from my skylight well is that it is a skylight, down from acrylic dome that you put in the wooden roof, but a Saturday afternoon repairing roof fell into the hole and broke it, leaving a huge gap razpandome the inside of the leg. Now it was just a white square of light above my head. I glanced

my house, I was convinced that everything I dreamed I had a direct relationship to the waking world, now and then discovered allusions, signs and figures of the memory of dreams mixed with reality, the result was a substance rather than an organic metaphor (which I do that I mean), was rather like the echoes of a talk, I like to think that the cold with the heat hit musical, and in a small space of words in a conversation are the steam coming from the mouth when talks, breathe or sleep.

I set my dreams openly determined, the search was over, whenever I could, sometimes more coldly and sometimes more severe, I could manage my dreams, I could choose esceanrios and people .. vivid dreams ...

One day I searched for death, bone entoces not philosophically that would look in books or in the thoughts of others. Again, the psychological imagery scholars others' emotions. Much less on new wave poetic, symbolic or FE stuff.

I decided to use my own game, stay asleep and get her.

Which is false ... the idea of \u200b\u200bdeath reached me as I only slept without reaching anywhere, and it was so.

Dying in a dream, not knowing where to go, it is meaningless to expect ...


I discovered that when you have a destiny, or just recently termianr a state of life or just want not to continue with the mime state. Life is a healthy appetite for the days and knowing that you saw good things, optimism and life, that's what we always knew to be.

As sudece in the conversation, and do not say that this blog is, sometimes you just stay quiet, now.


Go ... In the end, found nothing, the night turned and headed for nowhere, I knew I could get lost, thank goodness the songs that dream, I kept in several episodes of life.

ever discovered things deep inside of you, I like to think that the melodies are what helps you to live your dreams.

colors, shapes, words and sounds were always one mix ...

like steam coming from the mouth. Je

He considered dangerous greetings miss not having a weapon, a bat a 22 caliber pistol or a very sharp knife Siple, but so salt? Down the street, thinking about the 22 gauge that was legal and you could? just as hurt someone without killing him. I woke bath é, made some coffee ... listening to Paganini I dry the hair, the yard was wet from rain the night sky cleared up by a broom invisible, as this filthy town of miserable shit sweepers cleaned clothes uniform with reflective tape that will not flatten drunk in his fast cars