He time is dissolves how lump of sugar for each brief moment of illusion that me seeks expectations of change. Vainglory is excited to know that the road is not so tortuous and confusing, when just feels that the fog disappears in most parts of the road. The good new caress to the palate and is savored as honey in lips eager of sweet, that anxious is re-licked Vertigo rush to not stop until the time of capture and convey all this explosion of joy in my sketches, not wishing to pause until you find the heading last time. They are counted by hours minutes, whenever my mind rests between the sensitive sticks of imagination, troubled in the wildness to the comforting attainment of a new creation. Then... arrive calm, the stillness of sleep and a nice smile!!
"Life without illusion is not life, the illusion is not possible without dreams and dreaming is cheap, so cling to life is not extremely difficult. "Now when ambition aims at levels too high, then the dreams are unattainable resolved, then only the degree of conformity of individual will determine the level of happiness".