Who dreams of you are, who leaves everything and some braver, who sits on the pillow and thought, every dream has its own texture, are the fuel of our lives. It would be nice to be successfully completed, those who dream for themselves and those for others who dream and those sandcastles freedom;
those who dream and those who do return a child smile, who dreams of being able to walk and those who see the light of the sun he who dreams of a better world and people like me can see what there is because in its variety and its color is beautiful.
''Those who dream of the millions who play gamblers who play with the wires
who made the Indian
who does the farmer, who sweeps the courtyard who steals, who struggle, who made light
''Rino Gaetano
Watch colors waving, the music
beats the heart of battitti
my mind is a prisoner of
millennia of cultures from around the world.
playing in my mind, a rhythm
a trumpet opens the dances and the rattle
guirre take me by the hand and the berimbau
brightly kidnaps me.
I come to you, I dream of a lifetime.
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