Sometimes, i don’t know what is in the nature of things…
How many of our dreams were we able to live?
So far...
Do we have enough time to still make some of them come true?
Can a dream be lived... on a daily basis?
I think it is possible, rare, but, possible.
Is it just a question of how we see life?
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What are dreams made of?
Hope or regrets?
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I was touched by the humble notes of his flûte
I did give him some money,
looking in his eyes
where my smile met with his.
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He said, thank You princess,
I smiled deeper
saying to myself that was just an automatism.
Maybe he once dreamed of being a prince himself
the charming part having tremendously faded over the years
but...there was some left.