Dreams

Dreams are like the glow on the streets just after the rain…
Like the reflections in the dew on the early morning leaf…
Like the scent of Yves Saint Laurent…
Like the bubbles in the warm chamomile tea…

Chamomile Tea

Being in a dream at the grey sofa in the bookstore café…
Just to listen to stories of gigantic salmon eggs and alien invasion…
Listen to the big waves and trainers saving the day…
That dream was the sweetest fairy tale.

In that dream moment, time slows down…
Heart beating, can you feel the magic in the dream?
Maybe it is just the challenge that iphone is better than Leica? No?
Must have been the way you looked at me or the sweet ice-cream which was gone in 60 seconds.

Brownies & Ice-cream

Now capture it… Remember it… it’s flawless…
The café of dreams – somehow, I try so hard not to get caught up… but…
Dreaming of photo moments, reminiscing the friendship & moments with daddy…
Dreaming of a kiss in nameless streets… I was simply trampled to dust by the burning love of dream.

Happy Feet - Adidas

Standing by the doorway, dreaming of distant land where dinosaurs ruled…
Finding my way through the storm of dreams, life is just crazy…
Dreaming the possibility of going down under…
And I wonder if this road worth dreaming will lead me to the one.

Dino

Going the distance and dreaming the journey is the hardest part…
As time fades and little Ferrari rushes like a shooting star…
In the middle of the quay, stood us with beautiful pictures…
Of an old bridge… a blue scooter and a wise teacher friend…

Torn Jeans

Dreaming the steps and counting the moments…
Pieces of my heart is missing you, my dream, my dreamer…
Even now as I sit and write this dream alone in the cafe of dream…
Wondering if there will ever be a chance to dream dreams again.

A hug… a kiss… a reminder… a warm embrace…
A word… a connection… a symbol… a sign…
A tear… a laugh… a reason for dreaming…

Every moment now, is a dream untold…
Every photo now is a fading dream…
Every beautiful moment which happens in a dream now becomes but a memory.
Every memory is only but an illusion and imagination is everything but me.

Brownies

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