You should be grateful for every dream…the dream that let you fall in love when you were 15…the dream where you gasp with excitement when running through a poppy field…the dream that allows you to feel the red colours in your hand, the wet freshness of summer underneath your feet…the dream in which the only words you actually speak are I have never seen anything like this! …
In short I balance the link between past and present and put freedom into equation.
P.S. On a small island somewhere out there there are sheep living on a beach and they have adapted to eating sea weed.
[Jeder weiß wo seine Farben sind.]