Dreamed dead...

I was sleeping, dreaming about the peace of the ocean, about the past years with my family, about the laughter and parties with my friends, about the peace in the countries in war, about orphans with no body to look after them, about homeless people, about the beautiful girl I loved so much, about the notes sounding from my guitar, about my voice singing with the power of my soul, about the last beer, about the stars shining, about the times when the fresh wind struck on my face, about the hopes and expectations I used to have, about the pain, about my colors and my brushes, about my memories, and then, I woke up remembering all the things that never would become truth don’t matter any more because when you are lie down with a death sentence, the time, the past, the present are frozen just like that, hoping the hour when you do your last breath, when everything ends making your energy returns to the universe, waiting for the last chance to come back where you once belonged.