I’ve always been a dreamer.
I can put it on 80’s movies, on the books I’ve read since I was a child, the only one, so I had plenty of time to dream about places and people.
I was the hero or the queen? I think I was a sort of god of that world of mine, where my imagination could run free and wild.
Do you dare to think I finished with it? No way!
Let the thoughts be the truth, let the thinking be the way, no buying craps or foolish things, no falling into mac things..
I’ not trying to teach anything at all, I’m the student here!
I just need my dreams, my imagination to be dripped, words, lots of words to make it alive.
I just need to dream and write and read ’till I die.
Please, please let me believe there will be stories to hear Afterlife!
Something is so wrong with me
My emotions are flowing with no sense
As a summer storm coming in damage
Rough and beautiful you stay in front of it
Speachless and confused waiting for the sun
But you already know how much you’ll miss it.