A blink of air, a breath of light, magnificent is struggle in its right.
Between brief moments of despair, infinity of bliss, discovery of I.
Reality of starry sky at cost of simulated death and isolated sorrow.
Crystallization of the I on solidly illusioned paths, it lives for concept of tomorrow.

A dream of human love?

All of us have dreams. But, I dare you to think of a dream that involves just that person and nobody else? There is no such thing. So, what is a dream? Even, what is an American dream? It is a dream of human love and kindness.  Let us support each other’s dreams. That is the only way to make a dream come true.