The magical tent to Neverland

A tent, a magical tent. The sun shining through the curtains, the wind blowing in the air while writing my story to make an appearance in Neverland.

I believe in Neverland, just by believing in it. I can appear the magical place just by my imagination, it's not Neverland what we can see, it's the vision of a child, we can bring it back by relive our memories.

I believe in fairies, I believe in fairies, I believe in fairies, after that the magical powder of Tinkerbell fell all over the universe, like a big bursting balloon of glitters,  little pieces in the atmosphere. The fairytale began to be true.