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2003-11-04 | |
She is staying in the woods.She is sleeping on a bed made of breenches, with a lot of birds around Her. What is She dreaming?
Right now it looks like She is smiling. Let us go into Her mind!
Oh! I've touched Her beautiful forehead with my hand. It feels like I'm asleep too; there's a bright light ahead. It doesn't look like the light I know. It's much more beautiful than everything I've ever seen. Now it looks like it's reflected from a ruby. I think I'm swimming towards it. Yes! I am! But I don't swim in water; it's something more pure, more beautiful than water. It tastes like tears, there's sadness and joy in it. It's full of emotion! There's sadness and joy all around me, there's love everywere. But there are too many beautiful feelings for me to bear. I feel like I would cry. It's very funny: I should be happy, but I haven't got enought experience, I haven't felt enought emotions in the real life so I could make place in my heart for all these feelings, and maybe I never will, but I feel that I'm always welcome in this place.
I got out of there. Now, I'm flying. I can see my reflection in that water. I'm beautiful! For the first time in my life, I can say that I'm beautiful. I never could say that. In that water I can see my soul. How could I not know what a beautiful thing a human being can be?
It seems that my wings are made of marble, a crimson marble, like the air around me. I am taller, and my eyes are bigger and clearer. I feel like I know everything about anything in the world. It's an unimaginable, beautiful feeling.
She is near me. She is much more beautiful than I am. She always was. I'm very happy for her, because She found everything that She was missing. My time hasn't come, yet. I'm not allowed to be perfect, like She is right now. She is older than me.
I have to wake up, I have to go!
Near me, a deer is sleeping on a bed made of branches, sorounded by the most beautiful birds in the world.
She is gone. She is happy.
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