When a falling dream, you turn off the light comforting illusion, the consolation of an ever-present thought in my mind, the sound of a beloved voice, the intensity of that look alive and reassuring, the joy of his smile, his interest in his words, the desire to believe that dreams help us to live.
A dream fades with the same ease with which hovers between our desire for happiness and you can not chase, stop, pick up the dream that vanishes, that dream that falls.
He leaves us mired in bitterness, glued to impotence to change things.
You can not live to dream, the dream is to be hoped that leads into our lives forever.
I dream a dream infinite.
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