Dreams
IN MY DREAMS
The eternal reunion rests in my dreams,
the truth is hidden under the garden of gray spheres …
There are old answers, rough looks, perfumed sawdust in the hands of those who never left …
It’s time to throw up, it’s time to laugh at all this,
it’s time to dream …
After all …
we are like the dreamer who dreams and
then lives inside the dream …
But who is the dreamer?
