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Dream
From moonlit night to day...
And I draw on an old parchment...
And my time is in Dali's soft clocks... Then my day is a moment in an infinite universe...
Then I don't know a dream, but everything is reality...
I step boldly on invisible bridges, shrouded in fog...
But I have no fear, for he is only a sick imagination…
But I'm not bringing anyone with me...
I'm strong like Frida Kahlo and her illusion...and Maya...
I don't have Dali's thoughts, but I follow him...
I want a life in surrealism...
And never wake up and realize that a dream...in reality...
© Avrora
And I draw on an old parchment...
And my time is in Dali's soft clocks... Then my day is a moment in an infinite universe...
Then I don't know a dream, but everything is reality...
I step boldly on invisible bridges, shrouded in fog...
But I have no fear, for he is only a sick imagination…
But I'm not bringing anyone with me...
I'm strong like Frida Kahlo and her illusion...and Maya...
I don't have Dali's thoughts, but I follow him...
I want a life in surrealism...
And never wake up and realize that a dream...in reality...
© Avrora
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