while gushing spring was smoothing a palm of season , to hand time from the summer, i huged hope, and i saved money in my pocket, under a pillow of my bed , which was a shelter for a plenty of currency , i have coined three days earlier, to offer a special gift on birthday of my dream. it was unknown when it will be , still has not been situated as reality. before i go to a shop,i had only a kind of gifts begging my option to buy,it's a rope to strangle the dream! I re-thought This wasn't acceptable with assuming that the dream i want to strangle is soulful to die , its death becomes real , only when a dreamer can have its own birthplace , or a defeat arrives at hope moving impulses of dream life. I thought i have never suspended wishing and never acquired any dream in fact , therefore it was impossible to prepare my self for a concrete gift i should take off . "dream seemed to me as a stubborn enem y of gravity hard to distance ...