Cesar Rampe
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Poetic Prose
I live in a fairy tale,
where to dream of you...
they are my wings.
• BLUE "The light we carry within" •
I had always been surprised by the fact that I did not dream at night. I slept, but I did not dream, and this was, at least for me, something really curious.
How was that possible?
How was it possible that someone like me,
wouldn't dream at night?
Was there any explanation?
This is what I kept asking myself,
until one day, suddenly, I received the answer I had been longing for.
Dedicated to all those who have ever worn a tie and to every firefly who has known how to illuminate the life around them.
Fantasy story written in poetic prose.
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Ara visc in a count of fades,
on sleeping with you...
they are my wings.
• BLAU "The wonderful history of..." •
I was always surprised by the fet that wasn't night.
I slept but I didn't sleep and I was there, almenys for me,
that's really curious.
How was it possible there?
How was it possible that someone like you didn't sleep at night?
Did you have any explanation?
Això is the one who asked me once and then again,
fins that one day, suddenly,
The answer is going to arrive so desitjada...
Dedicate to all those who have worn a tie some day to each piece of light that can illuminate the lives of those around it.
Fantasy story written in prose-poetic.
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