Sunday, August 2, 2009

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My dreams never end!


sadness, joy, jealousy ...

There are many ways to make his life difficult

My confused thoughts fly large rounds.

Fly through valleys, mountains, lakes.

see cheerfulness, security, carelessness ...

heard in the distance get you votes.


What do they call?

Who calls?

they call me about?


They call for their warriors to wait far into the distance

Wait, where no sunlight, no Joy, no hope get there

all millennia long wait on this one call you long for Sun


Is that the reputation of the gods?

call themselves gods too?

can call gods? And we will be able to hear it?


I follow this call, it passes through everything.

you put me in a land of darkness, sorrow reigns of this country

The landscapes are black, no friends, and hopes to find there.

are in the midst of this desert them. Crowded together


What are they?

Who are they?


They are all more thoughts their way to seek me, invade my head.

How can I collect my thoughts?

I close my eyes. See a lot of confused faces.


Do I know her?

Yes, I know!


They are my hopes, my dreams.

I see them the first time in my mind sharp.


you tell me that I must not stop believing in my dreams.

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