do you remember the last timethat you dreamt a dream which was just a dreamand not a goal you had to accomplish?when feelings could be spoken aloudwithout having them dissected and looked intofor hidden meanings? when your biggest worry in
to meet againunder sunnier skiesand the wind billowing through our clothes. to meet againin a crowd of strangerstwo strangers, yet strangers no more. to meet againunder a yellow umbrellaeven as all we feel comes pouring down. to meet againon some
so many smiles,so many faces,so many livesleave their traces. so many nods,so many tears,so many feelingsover the years. the fingers that softlytouched your cheek;the voice you wantedto hear all week. those little thingsthat mattered a lot,they never go away,or so
following the footstepsof the great idiot;painting onto the canvasof forgotten dreams,with colors you can seeonly with your eyes closed.learning to perform miracles;practising, believing,until they are easier than breathing.laughing the cloudsoff the face of the sun,and crying the rain downto wash
