Sometimes you fall in love with a dream
but the dream doesn't seem
to fall in love with you
Sometimes you build a staircase to the sky
but when you break through the clouds
what you're looking for ,
you don't find
Sometimes we hold on, with clenched fists, so tight
we easily suffocate its very light
The dreams buried...
were they only nightmares,
on the contrary?
When dreams die
do we die too?