I have a dream.I have a dream that is a dream.I have the reality and I can see it also.I have today,a day I can use as i like and as much as I want.i have a yesterday that was a today and now a yesterday giving me a memory to my innumerable collections.I have a year behind and a nother a head and i have also a future: the word I use for all uncertainties.I call them future.To day in my litterature class, I reviewed a prose by Baudelaire,a famous french symbolic writer.It was 'l'invitation au voyage'.In this poem, he talks about a country that he would want to live in with his loved one.I was struck by the predominance of love.I could only percieve abit of that city,my heart aspired for such an one too.


what iwant to say is that the dream we have of our world seem to be only an illusion.I don't want to sound pessimistic but could there ever be a land similar to the one described by Baudelaire? Or are we to be content with what we have now for an earth?I believe in dreams and I know dreams come true.i also know that our wishes are dreams and then realities.