Dreams, oh dreams!

Your name is love and i am called wonderful,And it has taken me all these years to understand your muse;But these numbers had been on your dreams since time immemorial,And i have now won this lotto.

But you condemned others to justify yourself.

For out of control is the muse of your love,And like the bananas that are presented to the monkeys in the zoo.

But wisdom makes the wise smile.Gibbons, only the wise man really knows what things really mean around us;And wisdom is right in front of him or her who has understanding.

I am about to say something;But the sweet of the meat is in the eater.Does not the rain has a father?Does not the rain has a mother?For my ears have heard of you but now,My own eyes have seen you too.Twice as much,As beautiful as the daughters of Iyyob;For the stone which the builders rejected…

For it is like the sins of our past;But, i depend on the sun to make up my money on this side of the river.Hello Mr. President! !I always stop painting when the sun goes down;And i need this river over here to make my money,Because, it is very sweet and sticky at times with…