Saturday, November 1, 2008

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Blessings after searching my dreams




In an attempt to regain undisputed
my dreams I close my eyes, lost, after a switch from what I see unstoppable.
to the sky White doves make their way to an incandescent light sky Confusing
colorful blur on the horizon.

Where am I not where I am!
But nevertheless, it is undeniable that I have been here before.
My clothes have changed and my limitations do not exist. Orchid
fires show me the way you came;
are my footprints are marked, but my name
is not the same with which I am invited, or with which I am.

hear the sea at every step, like a seashell in my ear,
While waiting for a bridge continuous reef.
white dolphins, jump in my journey and my escort
And the more I get, I feel that my being is comforting.

Where am I, even I wonder ...
opens a huge door, and the more in safer. Safer
that I feel closer to heaven
And my feet do not touch the rawness of the earth,
more confident that the sky, sea and land anywhere
Converge to equilibrium at the same point. There

joy and magic, there harlequins and beautiful apples
There is a spell that immerses you and cleans the soul. There are palms up
fairies dancing with joy.
There are little bears with big hearts and wings.

Where am I no longer care about the question ... I
stay forever in this magical fantasy where everything happens
allows you to grace the lives
No matter the time or the foolish questions ...
Where the sun can find her While beloved queen
moon gently lulls in the waves of the sea.

"Hello my child! - Listen with simplicity and sweetness. My smile emerges
with the brightness of his eyes
And I looked behind the curtains that adorn a beautiful crib,
Gradually, I discovered the face of the voice that caressed me.

Where am I, and has an answer ...
And because the search of my dreams has led me here;
Although still being lost here I have always relief.
And the Empire of the Sun have returned to bless the child star
that it will bring motivation and hope in their hands even more exalting
that look with his presence ... My most pleasant

bows, my pretty princess
And their feet once over the ailing pilgrim
rose to bless
this little angel who sow in hope, immortal stars.