I always thought I do not have dreams, maybe because I believe that many of them are meant to remain so. And, sincerely, when I think of me, I convince myself to be a bit 'strange ... because when relations are peaceful and live quietly, I do not stop to think long and brooding. Just live, absorb, suck every single moment of life, I can engage and participate actively. But then there's those days when you seem to be alone and you start to feel sick, you had to cry to, and not being able to swallow that lump in my throat that has stopped.
E 'in these cases that I get lost in my dreams, I try to bring the mind into a more beautiful place, where there are only I am surrounded by all except by "humanity".
So, for some 'days, I find myself here as an exciting book to browse the pages of the Internet that show the "world". Landscapes, rivers, oceans, grasslands, savannas, glaciers, but also wonderful creations of 'man who, at the very thought of trovarmici ahead, make me cut.
But the place that, more than any other, dream, is the 'Africa. Maybe because despite its economic poverty, it has a great wealth that lies in the simplicity of its peoples.
In a 'time when it gets excited in front of a jewel and technology, there is enough to feel rich and a sunset with a heart full of joy. I believe a person very rational and practical, but in front of some things I can also be the 'opposite. Maybe I need to be, in order to believe in something magical.
Or maybe I feel a little 'alone and I need to think about good things and exciting. Maybe tonight
turns evil and I, although in recent years has changed profoundly, I keep the same old feeling that at times affects the stomach.
I need a good sleep, and then tomorrow I'll find myself a desk and two adorable pests to expect.
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