One is looking for dreams. Forgotten dreams. Lost Dreams and forever remembered. Old dreams. And new dreams.
But, upon awakening, escape. Or that voice tells you to achieve them is not as easy as when you were sleeping ... You look in the mirror, your mirror. You only see your past. Lost Dreams. Everything you have not lived. The failures and frustrations ... Your tears. Your loneliness. The memories. Friends anchored. The feelings and emotions that you miss ... The laughter, the confidences, the looks ... The silence ... The sound of distant worlds: those left behind.
And you see the white rabbit on the other side. You see, watching the clock in front of you swinging, running desperately, because late. Always late ... He stops in front of you and smiles. Laughs ... The Lost Years ... You miss it because you think later. And the white rabbit to run again, is too fast, are impatient, always believed in the background that will not come ...
you lie in bed, close your eyes ... It's nice to fly. It's nice to be. But the dream, so hard to make it happen! Try, looking for that dream, those dreams.
Only time, the real, which happens quickly, sometimes so slow, we live, gives you the real picture of that dream. The present and future that will possibly give you more sleep.
fly, dream, be what you want, how you want, whenever you want. It's so easy! Living
sometimes seems to approach the word impossible.
you wake up and again against espejo.Te view. On the other hand, the White Rabbit shows your clock seems to threaten you, you see their movement as that of a pendulum, you see how your hands move constantly, like every step forward seems to get away more and more of life, your dreams, your aspirations, desires, hopes ... But you smile. Arrive.
And a dream is searching ...
MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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