“Reality is wrong. Dreams are real”
I dreamed about you last night
and dreamt of you waking up.
I also dreamt you awake
and I dreamed of you woke up.
Was my dream your dream as well?
No doubt they were our dreams.
“To dare is to lose your balance momentarily.
Not to dare is to lose oneself”
I ascended to where
the eagles dream their dwellings:
close to your sky.
I will have to be born again.
Yes. I will need another life
the boulders, rocks and cavities
of your summits.
When nothing anymore exists
“You see things and you say: why?
But I dream things that never were and say: why not?”
George Bernard Shaw
When the world dies of old age
and the stars grow tired of shining
or when nobody remembers
that there was a city where you were born.
When the sun, barely visible, is only
barren of elusive rays,
and the earth turned off, at night, already in the dark,
become buried in the ubiquitous waters
of the lady of Shalott.
When all dreams stop dreaming
and the eternal memory is not a fallacious memory.
When the desperate dawn is immolated in cruel suicide
seeing that its daily delivery is sterile
nothing and nobody shines.
When through the tarnished windows
of the black clouds that still hang on the forgotten skies
the mutant moon eludes to see you anymore.
When nothing exists of the ephemeral almost null existence,
then, even then,
when this happens or stop happening
I’ll keep whispering quietly, without words:
you are my memory and life, my whole existence and joy
you’re the only reason why I’m still living …
Has it at all a meaning
this penetrating silence?
“Silence is often the most eloquent answer”
Today, the silence has no meaning.
You are still the backdrop to my every thought and deed,
you are the path I step, you are the air I breathe.
You’ve been for many the years
fresh sheltering, my shadow, constant, persistent.
You see? Each time I sit at the computer,
just think of writing you…
and then all I can see is a squawking,
creaking keyboard a white smilingly screen…
but not you.
And I feel uninspired, not knowing what to do.
I leave my room, go out, walk quiet among the woods,
and walking in the woods I feel I’m greatly inspired
and wish could talk to you:
To no avail, dreams guts.
Thank you for all that you are,
for reading these lame lines
and sharing this dull time.