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Â«I love my dreamsÂ», I said, a winter morn,
To the practical man, and he, in scorn
Replied: Â«I am no slave of the Ideal,
But, as all men of sense, I love the Real.Â»
Poor fool, mistaking all that is and seems!
I love the real when I love my dreams.
by Sebastián Santisi, all rights reserved.