Field of Dreams

It sometimes happens that one kisses
The touch of a morning reflection
In the silence of a landscape
Standing motionless with sealed eyes
Before the city awakens with a thousand fountains
And with the colorless bathing voices
Suddenly released in the sudden sun
By the street noise of the morning.

And so the dust have not gone for nothing
They lift their veils and reveal
Their mighty shut eyes
To reach into the heart of the city
Laden with perfumes
With treasures and lavender fields
From the far away lands, like the glance
Of a woman daydreaming.

To the dreamers and dreams,

Happy friday



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