Arrived on "The Way of Destiny" Eleonora Stamate at chapter Sentimentalia, I try to applaud in dreams, more precisely, in the dream of the distinguished poet by which "I was headed towards the blue bedroom, / as the clouds recede to sleep ... // In the mouth I felt the taste of the water, after a week's rain, and in my sleep I dreamed that there was an angel's bones under the pillow ... // Just over the freshly opened eyes / I felt like it was rolling, unobtrusive, a blue dew. "And then ... then I tried to meditate on the self returning to / from other worlds, in the world of my dreams, to realize why she, the dream, in a poemic interpretation, wears blue. And, the story went off ...