One day, at the shore of a lake, where only dreams can dream someone to take a swan came by my side to conversate. She was so close, her elegance could read my love for it. She was so keen to speak… I asked her how she’s been and how it feels to float in loneliness, in doubt, in love, in happiness, in dare, or in regress. She turned her gaze upon the pond and trusted me to understand her word. There is no loneliness my lake cannot caress there is no doubt a pond cannot suppress there is no wave that hasn’t met regress… and if there is, like static waves, is to behold my floating or hold on to my dreams is to learn to forgive or to mischievously, yet unintentionally, to dare to love, to long for, or impress for happiness.