The tired world has spoken
Mundo Cansado
The sky's the limit
Midnight trip
Go home and apologise to your mother
Change of place, change of self
Lonely people in gigantic tribes
Sorry
Wednesday, April 03, 2013
"When the dreamer dies, what happens to the dream?"
"What are your dreams", I have been asked.
I didn't dare answer that I dream no longer..
So I simply said... I dream of summer.
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