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The mystery of dreams

Chapter1
Simple question - since as adults You have become
long , pink dreams , last flew
on a field of green grass , with clouds down
frolicked like children , tumbled
without fear , run , again flew
and believed it all really
dreams are important and integral , our lifetime , part
over all of us , without a doubt , they have the power
depends on them , happy we will meet the day , or the gloomy
they are the source of our knowledge , inspiration , culture
in search of truth , in their tangled alleys
wandered Bach , Beethoven , Mozart , Nobel , Mendeleev
Sartre , Stradivarius , Salvador Dali and Leonardo
wander in them , the prophets , and bards
tantalizing , all of us , the questions they answered
they need to trust and be grateful for it

Chapter2
Yes , sleep enveloping , perhaps , sweet , organic
it is not only in the present life , to be duplicitous
because we , in our sleep , are from prajitha day journey
and if it is evil , rage , revenge , the Demon of dreams will be punished
run from the monsters in the mazes of darkness , will make
he , in the realm of dreams , soul of our rules
the robbers , wielding a sword , he'll leave without a hand
liars , the iron red-hot , pulling out tongues
will condemn us for the meal experience , the ethereal birth
it is the soul , the lost , the umpteenth warning
and the pain it will seem to us , infinitely long
but myself here do not lie - so they say , I'm suffering , innocent
because of clodiagh own , we do not admit
justify themselves , not asking forgiveness and not repent
and dreams , our hidden from the world , the feelings of the receptacle
our heaven and hell and purgatory daily
and here we are who we are - Nero , Jesus Christ and Cain
of God , angels, and of ourselves we have no secrets

Chapter3
And if you look , the world of dreams - real life
to dissemble , it is impossible to lie , basically
and what is really going on with us
one of the options decoded us dreams
sorry , we will never comprehend the veiled essence
dreams of truth , like drops escaping , through time mercury
shiny , dream reality toxic

hope the Ghost in all of us inspiring


and in order for the sense , secret , break
in real life , it is necessary to the perfection we seek
in a hurry to share with all the observations
travel , long , temple of dreams
where prblem trying to escape , I wandered
saw something I never expected
for descended suddenly , impenetrable and invisible wall
where doesnt control anything , although everything is permitted
where fairies and sirens , unknown , available voluptuous beckon
where scoff , iron harness , tortured and executed
and rupture causal relationship
rise can , in agony , to die in ecstasy
there is no caste and rank, and for no one no exceptions
we are enveloped in vanity , earthly limitations.

Chapter4
Here have solved the mystery of the elves and dwarves to me
do not be stingy , greedy , Thrifty
not reality , here , to bring the laws
and for the other prayers here are icons
and without arrogance , they nacertanije faces
allowed under them , of passion , of horror and of pleasure cries
for all kinds of feelings there are no barriers and borders
but if there is love in the shower , then gets into her magical castle
where whirl , in the arms of a warm , wonderful tale
don't know chief , the soul , at least sometimes , need tenderness
of coarse , depraved flesh , she needs freedom
but , guard the mind , guard it at the entrance
how to be , to exist , it can not, without a love of torment and spring
for this , to us gods , taking pity and giving dreams
only them , leaving the flesh . untidy attire
soul , the vast universe , conquer space
leave of flesh , sweaty armor and is fully revealed
here it may be nothing to worry
but in real life , again semcams and are , among themselves , war
from this , it's in my soul , we and restless
complain - bad sleep , tossing and turning , nightmares
so maybe it's worth us eternal vanity lifting
well , poor soul , to break away and soar over the forest , river , wilderness
when shackled by greed , avarice , cynicism chain
the jury of heaven - the angels , not to deceive
and dirt of sins , chains , not so easy to shake off
from them , in real life , we need to wash
to forgive , to believe , to rejoice in life to fall in love
and only then , the soul is able to become light and free
and like a child , among rainbows and flowers , in dreams - to FLY .

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