I saw my dream fly away like a bird that escaped my body. <br /> <br />It is dificult to touch something that can fly like a bird <br />because dreams are born to live free in the mind, <br />as the birds to the skies. <br /> <br />You can see the dreams, but from the moment that you try to touch them they disappear...just as the water disappears in the desert if you go close. <br /> <br />Don't try to taste the apple of paradise. <br />See it but don't touch it. <br /> <br />Because the dreams keep all the secrets and the magic of our lost paradise.<br /><br />Constantinos Grigoriadis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-punishment-of-the-paradise/
