Saturday, 6 May 2017

The Lion, The Wind and The Dream Pour.

Madrid/Two months prior.

Do you think anyone reads this blog?

I read it.

You work here.

It doesn’t mean that I have to read it.


It shows that I care.

WHEN do you read it?

When I can’t sleep.

When can’t you sleep?

When I’m meant to be sleeping.

What’s the problem?

The wind, the rain, dreams.


They wake me up.


I can’t lay them to rest.


Like you can’t imagine, insistent.

Like the dreams?


The rain?

The cats get wet, come in and use me as a towel.

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