Let me speak of my dreams
that after the time hid
but you have become.
Let me speak of my dreams
that eventually lost
confused silence.
Sleep with eyes open
you might think I'm crazy
because I believe what i dream.
And if you want count them,
I wrote an open book
in the language of dreams.
What is wrong with pursuing dreams?
What's wrong with dreaming?.
Dream in color,
dream in verse,
stories with plot,
in songs that finally resolve.
Guitars float in the sky,
I see mountains on the roof,
for dreams are no secrets.
I believe in infinite dreams,
those with children,
to caress with the fingers.
I believe in dreams real
running without direction or owner,
and to which no one put a price.
Are dreams a reality or dreams?
Is it true reality or a dream?
Reality or dream?
What is wrong with pursuing dreams?
What's wrong with dreaming?
Are dreams a reality or dreams?
Is it true reality or a dream?
Reality or dream?
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espero que les guste este poema que traduci
la verdad es que he tenido muchas cosas que hacer
la verdad es que he tenido muchas cosas que hacer
de echo tengo que hacer un protocolo,
asi que tratare de no abandonar tan rapido este espacio...
le agradesco a http://animeisama.blogspot.com/
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