Brian: Just remember, the sweet is never as sweet without the sour, and I know the sour.
Rebecca Dearborn: Most of us live our whole lives... without any real adventure to call our own.
Rebecca Dearborn: What is any life without the pursuit of a dream?
Brian: te will never know the exquisite pain of the guy, who goes home alone.
Edmund: It's been a brilliant journey of self-awakening.
David: I want to live a real life... I don't want to dream any longer.
Sofía: Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Open you...
Late one night
He’s tryin’ to count the stars
In each of the signs
All alone da the riverside
And time passes by
Gathering thoughts of the past
And maybe he’ll cry
So they say he’s a madman
And he don’t understand
But I know that he’s tryin’ hard
To act like a man
All those years he has suffered,
My friends
All those years of pain
But I don’t think he knows for sur
E if those years were in vain
He’s a dreamer
And he’s fightin’ for his life
He’s tryin’ to understand
He’s a dreamer
But he wants to carry on
Yet I know he’s a lonely man
I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.”
— Fernando Pessoa
I saw her today,
Halfway from her land,
A shadow.
Her skirts gathered up in her hands.
She wept and her hair,
My reflection it swept.
Tears down her cheeks,
She says "Find me a way,
Oh, find me a way to wake!
My dream is too real, and its pulling me down,
And I don't know which way to take!"
I saw her again,
far from her land,
Her sobs are too loud,
She screams.
"It eats me alive,
And I cannot turn back,
I miss my home,where I was real."
I saw her a last time,
sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza and content,
Too far and quiet to be true,
Her sobs are quite done,
and her cheeks are now dry,
Face calm and steady she says:
"No,no,do not wake me up,
My dream is too real for te to take.
I am quite content,
my world is quite real,
I am but a mist,all whispers are quiet,
And I cant ever recall myself real."
Halfway from her land,
A shadow.
Her skirts gathered up in her hands.
She wept and her hair,
My reflection it swept.
Tears down her cheeks,
She says "Find me a way,
Oh, find me a way to wake!
My dream is too real, and its pulling me down,
And I don't know which way to take!"
I saw her again,
far from her land,
Her sobs are too loud,
She screams.
"It eats me alive,
And I cannot turn back,
I miss my home,where I was real."
I saw her a last time,
sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza and content,
Too far and quiet to be true,
Her sobs are quite done,
and her cheeks are now dry,
Face calm and steady she says:
"No,no,do not wake me up,
My dream is too real for te to take.
I am quite content,
my world is quite real,
I am but a mist,all whispers are quiet,
And I cant ever recall myself real."
Do te giorno dream when your outside laying on the grass.Does peace come o go to you.
Does your DOG look like a lupo when he o she runs in the wind like the mesteryous mist wolf.
Do te dream like your the forest's son o daughter and te feel like your born their.
When te look at the sun do te feel that your part of it.
THE END PLEASE STILL giorno DREAM
THANK YOU
how we met each other.
I knew from the first contact
that we are different from the others.
You, so unusual and sweet,
with magic in words,
te left me dreams.
But dreams are afraid of
reality.
Afraid of the storm
and restlessness.
The reasons are always
different, and yet the same.
Everyone wants to dream,
fearing that reality may
destroy that moment of peace,
bringing pain and empty memories,
words that have gone with breeze.
Although te make your peace
with reality,
te still dream the same dream,
while the pain smolder in you.
Everything changes,
everything fades away with time,
but te still dream the same dream.
The reasons are always
different, and yet the same.
In the end, te realize
that everything is just a dream,
everything has its end.
And while the pain smolder in you
and everything fades slowly,
te still dream the same dream,
te still dream.
the world is damned.
te hide your fear and
think you're safe.
But fear finds everyone
sooner o later.
te hide your feelings
not to be hurt.
te lock your heart
not to feel.
te choose the words
covered with lies,
since the truth might
lead to repentance.
So te run to where
te find your peace.
te run there to find
your comfort.
The place of your own
creation,
place full of hope,
your shelter.
In there you're alive,
in the place
of your mind.
The place where you
release all your desires,
place where te hide
from your own failures.
