In my planet of imagination, people are happy, they know the importance of silence, they can communicate with each other by thoughts. On my imagination planet, everything is calm and deep, and clean. The flowers are bright and the shine of three stars feed them.

Sometimes we communicate with people from another planet, these extraterrestrials call their own planet in different ways, sometimes they call it a blue planet, human planet or, for the elder's planet earth. They do not realize yet we came from the planet of imagination and think we are children that have never grown up.

Maybe one day they will remember, the time before they were born or the time before time. They just have to believe in the criativity, in new ideas so they will be able to create their own planet of imagination, maybe even brighter than mine.