I Have a Dream (Part 1) (English)

Dear myself,

I have a dream.

Well, I like writing letters, even if I never wrote one before, I like listening an old stereo and a bad signal TV, I like singing in the bathroom, listening birds songs and breathing ambient smell.

I like old things, I prefer history than math as I like old songs and movies, like wood smell and big greeny camps.

I wish I could have a farm, no, I wish I have a camp, a green and blue camp, where I can run and sing, like a "the sound of the music" poster. I would love to sing my favorite things with the flowers, I would love to pick a red apple from the tree with the chest mom gave me. And when I go to the city, I would love to take an bus and falling into someone's arms, I would love to sing a song with him around the streets, and find a park where we can sit in a wood bench and rest a little, at least until I know I'm late for home and that I would be worrying my mom.

Then I would run home, and try to apologize before mom argue me. I would go to bed thinking of him, and sleep starting to discover that something new caught my heart, something I can dream all night.

Hope u understand this. I’ll tell more later.

Love Gabe xx