The Waking Dream
As a child, I would let myself be carried away in a waking dream that took me to an inner world that today I wish to revisit.
Emmanuelle Becker
INTO THE NIGHT
It is late and already
in the shadow and in the wind
a cry rises with the night
I am not waiting for anyone
no one anymore
not even a memory
That hour is long passed
but this cry that the wind carries
and chases forwards comes from further away
from beyond a dream
I am not waiting for anyone
and here is the night
crowned with fires
of all the eyes of the silent dead
And all that was to disappear
all that was lost
must be found once more
beyond a dream
into the night
(Philippe Soupault / 1897-1990)
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