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He was alone..A small being in the infinite of time..Nobody knew of his existence,or at least that he was able to see everything..The perfect eyewitness...He’s looking curiously,observes little detailes..But no one knows that he has a soul,too.His wings flew too much through this world for that someone even care.And still, he’s just a little butterfly.His size is not important, but the changes which he could bring.Maybe he will change more than you could do,only by his passing through time.The fact that you’re in the same continent,the same country,the same city and in the same moment doesn’t matter to you at all?
He’s flying above us and sees around him only sad
buildings,streets decorated with holes and a lot of mud- exactly as
an abstract picture.If you want to look at the sky,you’ll see that
it’s cloudy. Time passes,but the butterfly always seeks
.
At a table,two men are drinking their coffe, hoping they’ll wake up to reality..However, it has lost its effect,too.Then they’ll want to call somebody,but there is no one..Everyone is busy looking for their dreams which they lost while they were chasing life.They just realised they’re racing through life without leaving a mark,without being truly loved, without hoping for better,without smiling for no reason..
At a table,two men are drinking their coffe, hoping they’ll wake up to reality..However, it has lost its effect,too.Then they’ll want to call somebody,but there is no one..Everyone is busy looking for their dreams which they lost while they were chasing life.They just realised they’re racing through life without leaving a mark,without being truly loved, without hoping for better,without smiling for no reason..
Luckly,some flowers are welcoming the little
butterfly around the corner…He remembers how well it was back then
..The joy of liberty can’t be described in words..You’d better
paint it in all the colours of the rainbow.Up in the sky,a bunch of
butterflies ...They’re chasing each other and they seem to be so
happy ! He’s flying after them,but in vain..He’s not strong enough
and now he lost them…He’s turning back and he’s lying on the sill
of an opened window which attracts him mysteriously
inside.
A blonde girl stays on her bed and is drawing into
the air symbols and signs known only by her.But that smile…her
smile fills his little heart and he’s feeling he is going to
explode..He felt this way a long time ago..He is entering her
room:a place that is emanating the same energy as the girl..Lots of
colored pencils on the table,drawings laying all over..A guitar
supported by the bed and tubes of lipstick half-used…This girl has
so much energy in her, that even the butterfly feels that the
buildings can have a colour,the streets can be repaired…People can
change and there is always a shiny sun after the clouds.The little
being feels the life now beating inside of her and he’s beginning
to dance around the girl.This dance charms all the things around
and some rays of sun seem already ready to
appear.
Time stops and the differences between them
disappear,transforming the little being into an ordinary man.He’s
the perfect embodiment of the girl’s dreams.He’s watching her swany
moves,trying to discover the reason of her smile.His presence is
remarked in the moment the girl looks at the window.She’s
shuddering,but her subconscious is realizing he’s different…They’re
smiling without knowing why..
She stands up, walks around the room…She is
pinching herself..It’s something strange going on..All these seem
to be a dream to her and her body still reacted like in a real
world.She is watching around her and she is discovering amased the
untouched perfection:she has the wanted world and all in it seems
to be unbelievable.
I’m dreaming..like usually with my opened
eyes.
I’m seeking the perfection like any other man,
there, where I can surely find it:in my
dreams..
And I feel!
Besides of all that is real and kills the dreams
of people,I feel because I dream with my eyes opened.It’s enough to
look at the stain of paint from the wall in front of me..to listen
that music which is making my soul vibrate..
To let it flow through every cell of my body..to
float on the winds’ chords towards that perfect world..to fly above
everything that is real…
The wind is whispering priceless
memories..
I’m dreaming…
I’m dreaming a sunset on the top of a hill,under
an oak..
I’m dreaming a sunset in places full of
love..
I’m dreaming a baby’s cry and the horizon reddened
by feelings...
I’m dreaming the infinity captured in a
moment…
I’m dreaming liberty..
A moment so long that I’m sweating happiness…I’m
sweating life..
I’m dreaming you beside me..free…timeless..with
your bare foot through grass..sticked by me..wind,sunset,the oak
and you.
I’m dreaming..I’m dreaming with my eyes opened…I’m
wondering if a piece of these could sometimes be true..In my
dreams, I make everything out of thin air...I want to sleep,to
dream,to love,to never wake up from my perfect dream,created with a
lot of burden and desire..I want to manage this life the way I like
and you to play by my rules.But what if you’re a man who is
dreaming like me and our dreams have united,this dream is for
you,also,an ideal?When you’ll be awake,you’ll still be willing to
dream,to live my dreams?
I watch my host undecided.What is she seeing that
she’s looking at me like that?A chill is piercing me.Her look is
giving me the sensation that she is truly seeing beyond the
appearances.She knows my dreams and my deepest toughts.Is she
really realizing I’m just a simple butterfly?Or by need,she turned
me into what she needed me to be?She’s dreaming…she’s dreaming with
her eyes opened…
I often wonder why people dream..We dream what our
subconscious dictates us.The soul doesn’t understands, only the
mind tells them to do,but the soul is still hiding
somewhere,there,inside of him,all those things which are shocking
him,which are thrilling him.How could we define dreams?How can we
define something which exists only in the unlighted corners of our
imagination,in places which only the moon succeeds to disclose
them?
Dreams are born,grow,live and die like any other
passing thing on Earth.They are born by desire and while the desire
becomes an obsession,it transforms itself into a
dream.
