In the garden of my childhood, I gladly collect flower petals
most beautiful that I disseminated when the mind was still pure.
Everything was presented as in fairy tales where the winner was always
he who with intrepid spirit and with generosity triumphed and justice
he was always right about human wickedness.
Eh! Yes, just like fairy tales, all this dissolved at dawn.
The reality is very different but in the soul of a deep dreamer
there is always room for a dream that is renewed every day
and make a chain with those who still believe in fairy tales …#carlobianchiorbis

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