Pourquoi donc qu'il m'en voulez-vous souvienne?
Could you still perceive the difference of the dreamed off from the figures that at that time belonged to reality - you've experienced what you felt experienced as you've been dreaming, dreaming must test what you know because the only way out was the path that went nowhere-
the dreamed were we, without knowing it, the dream in the desert of memory-it was an urge that his own exhaustion, contained his denial, it was a time that was inseparable from their destruction, by-the awareness of this destruction. The dreamed we were, because of the awareness of the end, and we lived as whether we were not aware in the dream the impossible eternity of a moment.
Have you swallowed in oblivion - disappeared from the start, the Missing , from the beginning, a dream that can record not , - Why do you want
that I remember, we- were perhaps only dreaming that fade with the dim light - we were one of the past and she died. We were the dim light, which prevents to distinguish anything. We had a moment of feigned night, the feigned day-to-noise, in which everything falls and dies. Why do you want me to tell me it is commemorated, driven-to something else, something else to determine. You envy me for my forgetfulness, but maybe that's forgetting what we went through, maybe you've longed for this already then forget it-we were just longing for forgetfulness. You still hang on the dreamed that have never met, they lie deep in the dead time in the imaginary space that arises from the past-
In the desert refers gives birth to only dreamed , and the full night, the ghosts, to me it is nothing else. Maybe we were just dreamed and dreamed we stayed, my dreamed-of life in the dead past.
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