A Dream

by

Manuel Acuņa


Do you want to hear a dream? ...

Well, last night

I saw the fleeting breeze of the thicket

that when brushing against the clasp

of a lily that grew in the meadow

he recorded a "kiss" on her,

losing himself later swift and light

from the bower among the thick foliage.

This is my dream, all of it,

and if you understand it, you want, beautiful girl,

to join your lips in my lips,

and you will know who "he" is, and who "she" is.



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