I had a strange dream days ago. I was climbing a huge mountain, that was in the middle of the world. But the mountain was placed anywhere. The more I got higher, more the sun rose over my head. Sometimes the climbing got difficult, and I had to cling on some rock, almost falling down.
Somehow I managed to reach the peak. There were words carved out of a rock, in a strange language. Even the letters I couldn't identify. But I knew what was written there. The meaning couldn't be spelled, only felt.
Then I woke up. What does it mean, I don't know. Who cares, don't know either. The only thing I know is that I was only sleeping.
... e então eu sonhei...
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era uma sala de aula de cultura Celta.
o mestre, um ser mítico... uma árvore muito antiga que se estendia do chão
aos céus... ao infinito.
um ser vivo.
qua...
Há 9 anos
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