When I was 15, I dreamed about standing with a guitar on stage in front of a hall full of excited girls. A cowboy hat, a black leather and a smoking cigarette were a must.
When I was 21, I dreamed about standing with a guitar or beside a keyboard in front of a hall full of concerned people who came to listen to music. A cowboy hat probably was a must, but all the other stuff wasn't anymore.
Now that I'm 28, I dream about having a concrete box to lock myself inside with a guitar/piano/flute/whatever and play for myself, catching every little piece of sound, enjoying every single note, every single offbeat, every string vibration. I'd also prefer a cozy bathrobe to the hat. And this one is the sweetest dream of all three for me.
Показ дописів із міткою dreams. Показати всі дописи
Показ дописів із міткою dreams. Показати всі дописи
неділя, 5 вересня 2010 р.
понеділок, 12 квітня 2010 р.
Do you remember your dreams at the age of ten? Are you still at the mercy of those dreams today? If no, why have you abandoned them? Have you considered them a momentary infatuation, or they were just too hard to accomplish (so closing the eyes was easier)? If yes, how much of your time are you dedicating to making them closer today?
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