There are dreams that vanish like colored vapors and you do not always understand why they eclipse.
They lose themselves in nothingness.
Sometimes it happens to me.
Then there are the real ones, very strong and very colorful, with that strange melody.
They are born without ever changing, and last in time, they remain so forever.
They lose themselves in nothingness.
Sometimes it happens to me.
Then there are the real ones, very strong and very colorful, with that strange melody.
They are born without ever changing, and last in time, they remain so forever.