My eyes fixed on the dark, struggling to remain open, perhaps in an attempt to conquer the dream. My neurons wanted to rest, and little by little I was glimpsing shadows. Losing consciousness, sleep overcame me more and more, eventually won the battle.
When I woke up &
These often arise just when I'm in a totally contrary to what they come to me.
What's this? I neither know, just a loose idea ...
>>> "The intelligent man is he who has many ideas, but who knows how to get advantage of the few that have ... (Anonymous) "\u0026lt;\u0026lt;\u0026lt;
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