I have a secret place, where noone entered. In this secret place, I buried past, hopes, illusions, delusions, and some affection. When I want to kill miss the dreams I had... the good, the bad, the affections, the disaffected, the disappointments, the hopes ... I sit there and breathe. Ali give wings to my imagination and my memories. It's my treasure, my secret treasure ... Ali my old dreams still sparkle like stars. My imagination flies free and unhurried touch the ground. My new dream materialize. Can I touch them, feel them ... Dance like ballerinas and cause as much love! But it is only there in that place ... In this corner, I keep everything that's mine and that belongs only to me: my memories. But it is also there, I feel alive, gain strength and encouragement to continue to dream and to believe ...