I like to dream, no matter what I try not to let momentum do it because it allows me to keep walking, longing for the illusion to see what tangible dream.
Many people make fun of people who dream, but you can live with your feet on the ground and not stop dreaming, still dreaming with open eyes, dreaming of the time and anywhere.
The point is to never quit. Because the moment when the dream dies, so do we.
Yesterday I dreamed Europe and New York! Meet someday!
El Abuelo.
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