A man settles into his pillow, clutching a blanket to keep warm colors, enters the state of increased susceptibility of human beings: the dream.
A mysterious forest is waiting on the other side of consciousness, hosting a world coexisting, much less gray than the likely transit during wakefulness. Parallel loved him back mirror and an image disrupted, roads that are lost in the distance and lead to the unknown, solitary animals that once could be wild but which now only seem to fit a melancholy gesture, domesticated. A man relax with a swim under the stars (did he himself, perhaps?) in a liquid gold, as if Midas had been there and her fingers had been sitting in water, in trees, to change the landscape and create a magical setting.
silence and solitude of this story, but also to revive the color everything in its path. The time of awakening is at hand, we left the room slowly, not to break the spell and remember for a moment more the universe has revealed Cavalcante.
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