I dreamed last night with the unknown. Been so long I can not remember when was the last time I saw her, but her face had not changed. We were in a supermarket as the most natural of the world, taking the things that we needed to who knows what else that I can not remember. I can not remember his words, except that they were happy, sad, stupid, corny and terribly sincere, "he looks indefinite leaves of color through a bottle of oil and then change for another and another and another ... What is the correct oil for frying our fish? Not. Was he crazy? I do not think, not how crazy that all practice now, so close to stupidity. And this one? steal a shopping cart, pushed up tocoming and we throw the hills of ice to slide on it. Come on. And it takes the cart and got on it and speed because you fly all the hills are ice and no cold oil bad if I can see your eyes on the bottle right? I'm sure. For there is no impossible for the unknown of my dreams, ice-made hills, is brown, the ice never melts, you can fly and it loves me! - There is no impossible except exist.
But I think my own pessimism Because I believe that you exist, just as there are God and Justice! (Ie, just as there are fables, stories)
