In the darkness of the static night, I wandered between my old memories, those forgotten dreams
That had been in my childhood and faded with the passage of time. These were dreams
Like glossy stars in the sky of the night, I see me at every moment and carry between its folds
Sad and despair. I was wondering to myself, did dreams really die? Or does it need
To more effort and care to return it to life?
But I felt inside me the desire to open it and know what it hides for me. I opened the door
With caution, and I entered into an unfamiliar place, it was luminous with a mysterious light
While I was examining the place, I saw something amazing, there were my dreams
Old, those that I believed were faded and evaporated in the air. These were dreams
I thought to leave the place and go back to my normal life, but something that prompted me
To survive, it may have been the same dreams, or perhaps the hope that grew up in me again.
I decided to collect these dreams, return them to life, and started working seriously,
In this way, I was able to restore life to my forgotten dreams, and I became more
After I went back to life with my forgotten dreams, I felt that I became more powerful
Hamas, and I was able to face the challenges that I was afraid in
the past. I started working seriously to achieve my goals, and I have enough confidence to do this.
Soon after, I began to see the results of my efforts, and those results were more than just
With the passage of time, it became more aware that dreams never die, and that we must
As for me, these forgotten dreams were the thing that made me feel
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