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it is said, that if you believe in something, it will come true… So i believe that there is a world, where you can watch the sunset whenever you want, where the little prince’s sheep has eaten all the baobabs, where the rabbit is always late for tea, and you can see a smile without a cat. I believe , that there is a world in pastel colors, with low houses, in front of which the lamp posts are lit by an old man in a night-colored dressing gown and a long hat..and the lights shine like fireflies in the purple mist of the dawn. At nights, you can lye on the roof of your little, comfortable house, where a fire can always be seen on the fireplace and listen to the silence, picking the starts from the sky and then throwing them back. Did you know how much can u find out from the moon? It knows everything, and if you listen to it carefully, you will know what it is saying, even if it isn’t actually saying anything. And the stars? They’re always talking, in such small voices that you have make everything, even the silence itself, to be silent, if you want to hear their words. And they’re talking about how the air is filled with sparkles when the Sun is coming, accompanied with Ms.Morning. Then, cloud-flowers start waking up and the you can feel the smell which makes u happier and happier, although you may think that you can never be happier than you are, when you are in a place like that… In fact, you get drunk with happiness But that doesn’t mean that you can’t hold more happiness. People there are like cups, which are always full of happiness but are always ready hold more. As for the Sun, she is always dressed in a golden dress, which is shining more then the star , giving the warmth and light to our world, called “sun”. It wanted so much to be like The Sun that we couldn’t refuse to call it Her name. The Real Sun moves across the sky with the manners of a real lady, and shines down on the white cloud-flowers, the rolling mushrooms, uprooted trees, which are so tired from playing hide and seek during the night that they’re sitting on the ground, relaxing.. Shining down on the World itself. And the World wakes up and continues acting in the theatre of the life. The little gnomes start fussing and the fairies of the pastel world continue drawing the World.. the Sun continues walking in the sky until it is time for her to pull on the night-colored dressing gown and go to sleep.. Thats when the job of the Tooth-fairies starts. They creep from house to house, bed to bed, leaving the golden rings of the Sun instead of the pulled-out teeth of little kids, who are dreaming of the only-they-know-what things ( but that things are always the best you can dream of) . And as the fairies do their jobs, the night passes…… I’m sitting on the roof of one of the little, comfortable houses, where a fire can always be seen on the fireplace, listening to the Silence and watching the Soap-bubbles of the fairy tale world pop in the grey sky of our grey world…. But i still believe that somewhere, the world of the pastel colors really exists.

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