Our Dream
Our dream today is like the sun,
like its tears of rain
over our cloud of tissue paper.
Closing our eyes, the flight began
around the curved lines of the paths,
under the rain, the sun and among
endless woods.
The great heights and precipices
are a thousand thoughts, colors and
scents
who will not abandon us upon their
return.
On this journey towards the sun,
on our cloud of tissue paper,
a key and a hope accompany us.
You are hope, and I have the key,
even if the wait is likely to dissolve
the perseverance of any desire.
Our path begins with the need to free ourselves from the weight of
our social importance, abandoning privilege’s ambition and success.
In the twilight, without certainty, between fear and loneliness, the
confidence from our dreams will accompany us. We will measure our
determination to continue to go on beyond logic.
We Started - Incipit
Poems - Wood of Plane