Of Dreams and Reality
Writers caressing their muse,
Carrying a bag full of unrefined ideas,
Breathing in air full of passion,
A place I would love to be born in.
Where an umbrella is a colourful prison,
People fall in love with the rain instead,
Soaking in all the inspiration.
Mother Nature guiding stories,
Where the mind is the best camera,
An eidetic memory is always working,
Clicking images of love and peace.
Where a map shows several paths,
But they all lead to one destiny.
Where every heart owns a bunch of keys,
Keys which unlock dreams.
Dreams which behave like mirror neurons,
Making utopia the only reality.