I dreamed I was missing something
I do not know where and when and I do not know what,
possibly me
I dreamed that I was out in the cold
and no one could hear my voice , no one opened the door
nobody recognized my call for help
I dreamed that I arrived to destination, at the peak of the mountain,
and instead of rejoicing and celebrating, in my dream I felt only fear and anxiety
not knowing how to get back down
I dreamed I was out in the middle of night, and I was wounded
and did not know anymore how to ask for help,
not even to myself
I dreamed I was left alone and thrown back at the beginning
at the starting point of the story
I dreamed of all this and now I’m waiting
waiting to know if the beginning will be my salvation or my final sentence,
I still do not know,
I’m waiting for the night to keep on dreaming again
and so be it
Marco Bo
at the borders of the world
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2014/04/forse-me-stesso.html

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