Your dream sounds
like a pupa breaking the cocoon under a leaf.
Like someone has
just climbed a mountain.
Like a star
twinkled at night.
Like a candle
flickering in front of the little girl who makes a birthday wish.
A crystal being
shaped
A carrousel runs
and runs
A beautiful songs
being played
Like the sun goes
up and down
Like the whirligig
of time and life
Like a silvery butterfly
at the flaming roes,
A fly of time, a
fly of music
With a hope in its
wings
Like a night of New York
Like the sky
wheel.
A typewriter on
paper, like a spirit in the love
Which fairy cooked
a dinner use stars, like hundreds
The rain stopped,
like a faint.
Like a tsunami.
