Impossible love...are precisely for that, to be impossible. To daydream with a heart that beats at the same pace of ours, to dream with eyes that never look at us because they are blind, or because we are transparent as crystal. The impossible love make us dreamers, but ... Of pretty dreams or the nasty dreams? Dreams become nightmares of which we want as soon wake up? Or dreams as fairy tales that we want to live them forever and never wake up? They help us stay alive , eternal and dreamers, or failing that, to make us a big stupid... :)
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