nedelja, oktober 30, 2005

Dream a little dream ( ... of me)

I woke up in the golden middle of this immense park, in the cushions among piles of fallen leaves and half-naked trees which play the piano early in the morning with their long branches, very gently, when grey sky winks at me kindly. Cosily shrouded with many warm shades of the autumn, leaves more delicate than downy eider-downs and blankets. Stripnaked, a cathartic feeling of awakening with the nature patronizingly kisses my forehead. My eyes shut humbly. Sunday morning, primeval round dance, my palms, leafy figures and bird's wings forming the late October chainlet of dreams and my body blazes as if every newborn thought lights an orange flame under my chest.

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