Magical feelings invade and grab my mind from the moment of

reality throughout recurring flavored experiences. It knocks my many doors with its half

permission waiting for the green light okay. Now my keys, locks, windows and gateways

are in many shapes, weights, colors, and costs. My belonging to all groups is limited to

those who differ with my principles and moral values, but I try to see the good in each

group. Each one makes a great effort to pull me to its direction and offers its sweets and

candies in golden dishes of attributes. Entering woolly gates for the sake of urging frame

?of dream to start a new journey, Is that what call the unity

March 30, 2005