WONDERLAND

       During the long journey to myself, I was thinking of my soul that had run away from me long time ago, looking for happiness. Maybe it has never come back to me for not finding the way home any longer... or maybe it has found the long dreamed-of Wonderland, where mornings are blue spheres, falling from the sky into the sea, and where sadness is just the joy's younger sister, a happiness with melancoholic eyes.
        I have fallen asleep there, on that rock by the edge of the sea, where I had finally found my soul, statue of tears at the edge of the mist. I dreamed I had found the Wonderland right there, inside my soul. When I woke up, it was dawning... from a blue sphere.

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