The dreams lovers see are quite like good wine. Its taste makes you happy, or else, makes you sad. Malnourished and weak, I make life in the streets, Reluctantly stealing whatever I can steal. For nothing is free in the world. . "High hopes" is one dish that goes down in no time. To skipping my breakfast no stranger I am I'm a thief, lonely thief, grave sorrow to feed. In this bitter gambling I'll never succeed. For nothing is free in the world. . Oh, don't you! Ever tell me "No, The stars are not for you, dreams never come true"...

Создано на основе запроса: Dreams and hopes live deep in our souls, but is it always worth sharing them with loved ones? Will they understand our longing for the unfulfilled or will they see weakness and disappointment in this. Lots of details, ultra-realistic art...