daydreaming [Theme] Page 1

Many fly in their sleep. I fly too. I dream of a field covered with young juicy clover. And I'm flying over it, fluttering.... I'll probably be a butterfly in my next life.

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Romance,
so as not to fall sometimes
in barren reverie,
special need for vigilance. -
After all, nothing else, just for a fiery
creative dream
is already the Reality!
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Free, live creativity
in his own capricious
and abhors monotony,
and because, as in every case, and it
prizvoditelnosti
leads to unilateralism.
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For the feeble mind
to let easily we can elbows to move,
and it is necessary - through the other to cross...
Then, he who thinks greatly,
alas, in the world appointed this narrow
and thorny path.

'honneurs Tous les, toutes les femmes.
Quand je suis seul, je fais au plus un défi brave;
Je m écarte, je vais le détrôner Sophi;
On m élit Roi, peuple aime mon m;
Les diadèmes vont sur ma tête pleuvant:
Quelque accident fait-il
we went back to que je en moi-même;
Je suis gros Jean comme devant.




Our dreams no limit and no end:
For us, all honors, all women's hearts!
I alone like all dream
Brave I call send,
In my dreams I'm a king, peoples favorite,
All new crowns take, invincible, -
How long the life of a ruthless hand
I will not prompt, returning my look.

Oh, Yes, poet, I will call you who you are!
An innocent child and you - about how you are similar!
And thy mouth of words - the voice of God.
In the eyes of your heavenly dreams.

The lights of distant planets, we are not attracted at night
He can give us only dream about.

I gazed at the stars and pondering: interestingly, whose reflection, sea, sky, or the sky - sea?

Any true poet at heart, dreams of his own to arrange the Apocalypse!

As a child I loved going to the train station and watch the trains leaving. It seemed to me that they were going somewhere where it's not really like here. The train went "THERE", they went "AWAY", and I'm deadly jealous of the passengers, tired raspugivali your bags at the baggage bays: this is a fascinating spectacle to see into the lighted Windows of the carriages. On the train coming "OUT" in the dreary "HERE," I chose not to pay attention...

The sweeter the dreams, bitter the tears, but fortunately, the way is through dreams.

In this dream world
We are asleep
And talking about dreams.
Dream, dream
As much as you want.

Thanks to the dreamers, may we, sober and rational, is not so ossified in its desperation.

We love to dream about moving for tea and flipping through the listings, thinking about improving housing conditions.

It is widely known that as soon as there is anything out of the ordinary, immediately appear rumors. On the same day, the whole town talked about that a Personal Pensioner, respectable man with lots of medals, his eyes saw a girl in a light dress, which rolled down the streets like skating, and then - again! - and took off. Not high and not of the prank, thought Personal Pensioner, but simply because I could not take off. He was asked: "Why is it not?" He answered, thinking: "you See, she was going so smoothly, positively could not fly."

The builders of castles in the air always have enough material.