Life is gorgeous when making up
reasons to be happy, visions, fan-
tasies; NOT finding things, when
hunting for reasons to be happy
everything seems boring
But when I dream, create a new world
I feel happy in the act of CREATION
a ready-made world always seems
stale, while escapism, creating a
new universe, is a joy in itself
Life is awful when my imagination is
switched off, I LOVE everything that
turns it on - now you know why I love
you so – because you trigger my
imagination and let me dream
Now I know why dreams, the way we
recreate life, is the source of our
happiness, why I love riddles and
mysteries – because having to
make up new answers
On a daily basis, is the best fun there
is, singing my dreams to the rhythm
and music of words is so wonderful
my heart inflates with the joy of
it…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem