Sunday, November 14, 2010

autumn dreams

a dream

autumn

a perfect day

my favourite season
my favourite town
my favourite place

and dreams
in a hectic world
i'm a dreamer

i don't care that i'm not supposed to take a rest in this world

i take it anyway

and dream
   (this guy walked around with a balloon...now you have to imagine: I saw this guy, grapped my camera and run behind him to get a picture...)

i'm not alone
but still i am.


If this sounds a bit like a poem: I'm sorry. 

It's late after midnight.

Perfect time for deep thoughts ;)

4 comments:

  1. Oh, wow, Antonia! You are quite the poet!! That was a very lovely post!

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  2. Thank you! But no, I'm not a poet... ;)

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  3. I really, really love your poem. It´s beautiful.

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