Like many child, I dreamt a lot. Eyes wide open, day and night. I didn’t sleep much. I lived with fairies hidden in flowers and trees; wolves in my closet; pirates under my bed. I dreamt of other parents, other friends, of having brothers to protect me.
I grew up and continue to dream. Today I live with whales whispering forgotten stories of the earth; civilizations disappeared a long time ago; wandering souls seeking redemption.
The only dream that never faded was of becoming a writer. Dreaming of telling the stories of all the invisible things I see and hear around me. I paint my world with words.
And I know that I will dream up until the end. My last breath will be a story, an invention, a dream.
I am a dreamcatcher.
With great respect and love!
A.
Happy Hour with Pablo and Lolaz 
They say, the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams! May your dream comes true, A 🙂
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Thank you! I am creating a future that I want to live!! 😉
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Being a writer was never a dream til a couple of years ago.
Thankfully, we’re never to old to start 🙂
lovely post.
auntyamo
http://ficticiousamo.wordpress.com/
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It was just disguised as something else… 😉
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what a lovely thought!
thank you x
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When we stop dreaming our life is coming to a close.
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