Inside the Strasbourg church (France-2010)
A dream tells me
To write itself,
When I woke up,
And I decide, to write,
When I wake up.
I meet all, living and gone,
With smiles spread, all around,
The friends and family,
Come and leave,
With no apparent hurry;
A festivity, so vivid,
Yet no occasion, to recall,
Happiness to feel, and just be,
With a promise, not to wake up,
That it will be back, if I sleep.
What a dream, forever, to be in.
To write itself,
When I woke up,
And I decide, to write,
When I wake up.
I meet all, living and gone,
With smiles spread, all around,
The friends and family,
Come and leave,
With no apparent hurry;
A festivity, so vivid,
Yet no occasion, to recall,
Happiness to feel, and just be,
With a promise, not to wake up,
That it will be back, if I sleep.
What a dream, forever, to be in.
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