Dream, dream the night, the street, the staircase
and the cry of the statue unfolding in the corner.
Running towards the statue and finding only the scream,
wanting to touch the scream and only finding the echo,
wanting to grab the echo and finding only the wall
and running to the wall and touching a mirror.
Find the murdered statue in the mirror,
take it out of the blood of its shadow,
Dress her in eyes that are closed,
caress her like an unforeseen sister
and play with the arrows of your fingers
and count into her ear one hundred times one hundred times
until you hear her say: "I'm dying to sleep."