little lacking.
Soon everything will be dark.
Must take advantage now, find an idea. Understanding how
can have fun in the few moments of light that still has available, before the darkness fall, and in him also erase the memory.
The memory of all, everything he has done, even the most beautiful.
must live, at least try, because he knows that something will remain, what will you do now, on his next revival.
Even if he does not remember anything, what will you do now will inevitably affect what will be next, and can not remain indifferent to this.
Sure, you may not care.
After all, what is the need to prepare something, if you do not have any recollection of having made it, nor do they perceive the "after" as a continuation?
Would be transported to the last rays of light onto the courtyard, but something distracts him from his thoughts.
A nursery rhyme.
faint, far away.
is time to understand where it comes from.
And she sees it.
The dreamer.
The beautiful orange-haired woman who has dreamed many times in the past.
And he knows that you wanted to see him, because his dreams are even more profound and dramatic.
With a sense of indefinite, because dreams never end well, but are intended to continue in life.
Even if you do not remember any more we retain.
Just as in his life.
Destined to fade with the arrival of the first signs of the evening, as soon as the sun begins to gradually give way to darkness, to forget everything and, despite everything, still exist, in another life.
Yes, there is no doubt: he must be the prince of dreams.
And the woman who now looks at him, singing the nursery rhyme, is the Princess.
The nursery rhyme goes, it seems endless, as long as those words (which he never paid attention, simply felt that created a discourse in rhyme, just as with the rhymes, but was not able to distinguish anything specific) acquire a definite shape, unexpected.
and you find yourself in a garden surrounded by greenery, and a maze of roads and alternating colors, which penetrate each other, embracing each other, excited to be able to complete the touch.
The garden is large, but it is unclear how much, could even be on the roof of the world, might even be as big as the world, but no one, taken from the new view, you may notice. There is only
size, without any measures.
And there's him, and there is a woman, the dreamer, the one that he called Princess.
He continues to look at it, but it is not the same.
E 'hidden behind a hedge, in that huge garden.
And there are many children around him.
Children dressed as in eighteen hundred, it seems to have made a giant leap backward.
Children look at him, know he is there, and he sees the dreamer who moves uncertain between the lanes of the garden to find him.
now has understood: they are playing hide and seek.
Would you cry, shouting his name to the sky to reveal the exact location is at the dreamer who is looking for.
would like, but can not. More
try to say something, the more you feel defeated, trapped in a crazy and invisible force.
But soon becomes clear that this situation can not last long, because the dreamer sees move in an increasingly casual, and very slowly moves towards its own direction, it is going to find.
But he also understands that there is something wrong in that game.
Children.
Yes, they are the problem.
They all look at him, and many will laugh, loudly.
In this way, are revealing (and wondering if they do so consciously or not) its position in the dreamer.
What kind of joke?
Those children are perhaps allied to the woman, the Princess of your dreams?
few more steps, and you find it, and that game still change the shape and nature.
Now he is running, in despair, but also happy to not be running catch by the dreamer, he runs to go away, but runs less than what he sees around him, which moves in the garden seems to have no well-defined edges , everything is a mass of green material that accumulates, a piece of nature in more being added, which drawing will be following his path as he runs.
runs, but does not understand why it is also sad and scared.
Must you always have that fear that when you run away from someone.
Although it is a game, you always fear for themselves.
And for her life.
As in a return to origins.
Eventually, she reaches and grabs him.
grabs him with one of her delicate hands, using only two fingers.
Two fingers tight around his cloak.
a mantle.
He did not even have it made.
did not even know what the state was, in that huge garden.
could have done back in time hundreds of years, but none had the slightest consciousness.
Meanwhile, the game is over.
Gone are the children.
There is only a garden, narrow, still, between the meshes of a row of large trees squashed together as thrown in an old broom closet.
A garden flat in the middle of a city.
Destined to stifle their enthusiasm for life.
A garden that, with the emotional force of all its small, sensitive component would expand indefinitely along the sides of the earth. Instead it
just a place, put there on purpose, to write around a story.
Without, as always, men.
and their lives.
Wakes. Watch
beside him.
The orange-haired woman is there, beside him, sleeping peacefully.
would like to enter into his mind, take part in his dreams, while they are still in progress.
would like to give them a final track, save and record them in the film as a film.
But he has other things to do at the moment.
has a thousand and one dreams to be reviewed and corrected.
To give a touch of fantasy any more.
For the benefit of posterity.
And of all those who, before and after him, dreaming.
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