Friday, May 30, 2003


Often at nighttime when silence is the largest and the darkness is enveloping the earth…I have an unwanted guest knocking at my door. She calls herself “Dream”. She’s not an outstanding mortal, nor is she an admirable being.
As we sit together, she tells me a story…the similar story again and again. The story is not about the astonishing supremacy of the sun, nor is it about the amazing dormant power of a volcanic. The story is just an ordinary story, the story of a candle…. a little candle that lighten up the darkness of life. The only dream that haunts my nights. My hopes and wishes for my angel.

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