Bubok

Dreaming

by

Jordi Mas i Manjon

Perfume of freedom

my Being floods

in the heat of the summer

of a life

reaching the one

limit them

of the existence

unknown.

The born stars

from the conscience

free of the ties

imposed by the reason.

Dreams and realities,

realities and dreams,

which is the truth?

do we dream?

do we live?

Truths and falsehoods,

poison or nectar,

born gods

from the stranger

imagination,

distant gods,

that they inhabit in

heart of the soul.