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To **** the dream is to **** the self - the suicide of days. Imagine a life where your only dream is to dream, where you live unaware of something else, better. What if the only thing that makes you wake up in a cold wintery morning is a fantasy? What if a single dream is sustaining the weight of your entire universe?
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
summer winter / dream reality / myth countermyth
To **** the dream is to **** the self - the suicide of days. Imagine a life where your only dream is to dream, where you live unaware of something else, better. What if the only thing that makes you wake up in a cold wintery morning is a fantasy? What if a single dream is sustaining the weight of your entire universe?
«Matar o sonho é matarmo-nos. É mutilar a nossa alma. O sonho é o que temos de realmente nosso, de impenetravelmente e inexpugnavelmente nosso.» - Fernando Pessoa
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
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