DREAMS

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?

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