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Lifestyle of a Dream Walker

This volume is dedicated in all sincerity to every lover of the true and beautiful



I want to be my own person. I want to live Life because nobody else does. They search for the meaning when it is right there in front of them. I know the answer, and I come to use it because it was presented to me only by God. And by that, that is my only relationship. I am going to experience every feeling. I am going to be treated by nature and its productions. I am featured as a creature with special powers moving to the future, remembering the past, and working the present. I am.

To the talents that will last within myself,

I can see through the Artist’s magentas, cyans, and yellows. I can listen to the cries of singers and hear between the vague C and subtle flat A. I can write…

A is for apple

B is for bear

C is for can…


When made from quality and time, a single candle can last forever, but if by accident or on purpose, it can be blown out too fast for one’s own liking.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

—Dante Alighieri

Stay close to any sounds that make you glad you are alive.




Death always seemed to sneak its way through and plant itself back into my life. It was a precious moment. To have silence and tears for more than thirty minutes. And it wasn’t just for me; it was a gathering of silence and tears. On one single pace, there was finally harmony in this distracted world. Death was next door - connecting walls. I could hear her breathing as prayers kept her warm, but the people surrounded were hurt. They knew that this reunion would never happen again. Death was here to take her by the hand. It carried a sister, stole a grandpa, swallowed an aunt. It took away the love harvested in this soul and stopped it completely - a crime that only Life can commit.

Once upon a time there was REALITY.

—Louis Aragon, Le passage de l’Opéra from Le paysan de Paris

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