From the threshold of a dream

by

Antonio Machado


From the threshold of a dream they called me...

It was the good voice, the beloved voice.

"Tell me, will you come with me to see the soul?"...

A caress reached my heart.


"With you, always."...And I went forward in my dream

along a long, empty corridor,

hearing the rustle of her pure robe

and feeling the soft pulse of her friendly hand.



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