AUTUMN MORNING

It was later that morning absurd that download their autumn sun on my skin ... I comforted her without getting upset easily, without spoil my dream faded, now passed ... We dream of a book, an old one that I wanted to raise the interest ... I'm not content with anything lately, looking for a simple author, you have the power to divulge their real feelings and mundane paperwork. In the dream, I went so ... like a roll of film images obscure countless, countless famous actors of my dream, which probably was a part too. Present like a ghost than a dream, watching if from above, like some others, among the most famous actors dream preparing me for the scene or the place down and play in order each kind act ... Stunned and my thoughts always disturbed, I did not understand anything and always looked up questioningly. I was in a fog, and the film long run something had to participate, something that had to tell.
- Hey, Connie, come down, I do not look so embarrassed there ...

And I descended, fixed like a ghost through the air, along with my clothes long, followed by a smoky black train ... slumbered there, misty dream, was trying to play my role important. I was screaming and if I did not hear, yelling and nobody listens to me, was a dream that just participate. Another mysterious dream in which I was drowning heavy thoughts.

Ah, one of my dreams stupid again. I found myself somewhat Village, was going through a time of dreaming, and writing; dreaming and thinking. I indulged so sick bed, table and letters before dangerously high for a path at all sure. I thought, I'll never get to see my dream come true. And probably comprised of the bitterness, we leave a clear path to my dreams heinous handle all ability to think clearly ... a dream I struggled between real and commonplace between sober nights covered by fantastic dreams ... It was not quite what I wanted, was what unconscious thought were images I did not want to trust, because yes, it was my story ...

So simple it was to leave these thoughts ... All I had was to my face to the window and watch what others can not see ...

With eyes still bleary, I looked towards my window ... sun streaked face covered so many dreams ... I closed my eyes I thought green and allowed ...

- Thank you, every morning I wake up and save me from what May brings me. I wanted to be like a poet and I love the moon, and I love the sun these days contorted.

- Easy, you take away from these visions and you will open your eyes with safety ...

And I opened my eyes .. Again dream. I start to laugh.

- You see that I'm still dreaming, I ask him, still numb with sleep ...

- I see everything that you can not see. I see you dreaming, I see you smiling, always see you as others can not see you ...

My face still covered by the sun, shining happiness ... Now ...

The smell of coffee still unmade clogged nostrils ... I spend my white robe over the body, open the window and breathe in the cold air of morning ...

- Come on, let's go ... a day ahead ...

 

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