PREFER TO BE TO BE WAY WALKER
PREFER TO BE DREAMER MATADOR OF DREAMS BECOME
PREFER TO FLY TO BE HUNTER
PREFER TO BE FEARFUL TO BE FEARED
BE FIELD TO BE CITY
PREFER MOONLIGHT NIGHT BE TO BE THE DARK NIGHT ANXIETY THAT KILLS
CD Listening Perales did not listen to me ages ago realized that the party died in my fantasy, dreamy, romantic that I had for long life.
From tiny read a lot, books of all kinds, romantic, adventure, mystery. Stories we leave in my mind the idea that there was a world that I described.
There was a fantasy very strong in my mind for a long time, and that is the existence of the "deserted islands", these wonderful islands, paradise, full of adventure, where nature is just benign, there are no dangerous animals or insects annoying, one sea blue, endless sand and beautiful fruit trees and flowers of all kinds. A place like this, virgin, my fingertips ...
....... But there is such a place .....
That's the most fantasy fantasy ... that head of clouds suggests that there is such a place! and I thought really, not kidding ...
Another
fantasy a little more real, but just a little, because in reality there is not, or at least not as I think it imagianaba, is the existence of sea villages lost in time, where life is simple, only sea, old boats, sunny sidewalks gabiotas song ... not unlike the desert island.
So important was this fantasy that when he dreamed of come to me to live in Europe for a while, I imagined life in a small town like this, and I even remember having expressed as desire, as a target once when I asked where wanted to live or wanted to do ...
was not when I fell from the clouds
when I woke up ....
But I think along with the flight of these fantasies were also lot of nice romantic visions of life ...
Well ... the reality is less romantic than my fantasies ... but it is nice being able to see the beauty of life without lenses of romanticism ...
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