Fragments..

..of pictures, feelings and impressions. Your eyes are closed and vague memories cross your mind, like voices from another life. A story long gone, the more you try to understand them, the more they whisper until they fade away completely, but the air still breathes the yell they once were..

..Mornings with a mighty silent narrative, they don’t show you a way, but leave you at a crossroad, where the past meets present and future, on the streets of reality and Fantasy. You can call it a dream, but was it just that? Reality knows many faces!

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