dream'lessI confound you by our evry part, we shall changed into birds and the sky is a blanket from which the light dives its naked shadow. Dreams eat us the same way as the flowers are eating their way through the earth. Waking up is a risky oppoturnity, a measure, which painfulness is forgotten time after time more easily. Your face will be dearer to me day after day altought I forget the continuums of your little details. I touch you through my dream - you are far away, and near, so near as the length of the breath, under these same clouds at the place I don’t know yet, maybe never.