In the garden of possible dreams there are flowers and paths, there is romance and forgetfulness, there are memories and kisses.

 

In the garden of possible dreams coexist blue and silver, the romance of red with turquoise and the airiest green. 

 

In the garden of possible dreams live together the tall and the short, the small-nosed and the big-nosed, the orange and the brown, the long, the wide, the horizontal and the vertical, the right and the left.

 

In the garden of possible dreams live the cockroach and the fish, the Elephant and the navel.

 

In the garden of possible dreams there is more greenery and more olives. There are more colours and they are all alive. There are cities and trucks, there are bicycles and tractors, skateboards, pedestrians.

 

In the garden of possible dreams, not everyone dines together at the table as great friends, not everyone hugs and kisses, everyone does gets into the same buggy, everyone eats at their table and can come and go, choose.

 

In the garden of possible dreams there are limits and attractions, there are results and meetings, there are applauses and boos, there are good days and bad days.

 

In the garden of possible dreams, there is more air and more recreation.

Oh, this garden is so open and sensitive, where everything is greener and with more air.

 

This garden is plural and inclusive, it is green and full of oxygen.

 

This garden is for everyone and for no one, this garden is its own owner, this garden is neither beautiful nor ugly, this garden is.