The past approaches you.
a magical albatross gently descends and wraps its wings around you;
and gathers you in like one of its young.
you fly together along the winding coast that shifts between white and blue...
you both alight painlessly in the path of the ancients that stand like angels upon the road.
But loud voices suddenly wake you:
what are you doing here, have you home or family?
you realize that you were dreaming.
I have a splendid dream that precedes poetry,
as if a kiss were the private rendezvous...
