In this dream, I sleep naked under a carpet of dead leaves,
And I'm waiting patiently that the wind talks me,
About the sweetness of the world where I would like to join you,
To review the colors of tomorrow finally emerge.
Here, scent of earth intoxicates me like a drug,
My body has no weight in the space where I sail.
Here, I mix everything on the pallet where I watch
The harmony of the horizon where I throw myself.
Simon Illouz - Sunday, September 30, 2012 © 00048768
Illustration: Alex Stoddard