Walking over the moon he realized how lonely it was, right and left all he could see was dust and rocks, and so he wondered: "Why all the dreamers wish for the moon?"
"You have to be a dreamer to know it" replied the moon, "because you, as simply as you are will never understand that they wish for me because I am closer to the stars, because I am unique, because I am unreachable, because I am beautiful even though I am just a big rock, and they wish for me for a thousand more reason that I ignore"
"If that is so, I'm going to start to dream, because I am already here, with you, I can have you" said the man.
And when the moon heard those words, she expelled him from her orbit, because anyone who wish for her can't have it, because the moon is an unreachable dream.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
087 - Oh, the moon, the moon.
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