A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.

Use the wings of the flying Universe, Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.

When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.

Dreams are our only geography—our native land.

The world cannot be translated; It can only be dreamed of and touched.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

Two forces create eternity – a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.

You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream.

Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.