there are other times I recall about the pirate from my dreams; the man with the vampire eyes
…. and I still see the strange and vast landscapes
I seem always in search of to find again those long forgotten plains and barren hills
—they reach out from my subconscious and from the depths of sleep in dreams —and remain imprinted in my thoughts all the next day…. traveling journeys often on foot and with the vampire shadow that falls over my view; the gold flax of his hair shimmering on the wind and following behind him
….sometimes when I’m walking; it is something about the motion of the swing in my hips and the weight I carry….
this is when, on the oasis of my thoughts, upon that horizon ….
I can see him from the line of shore…. and the boat waiting
loaded for the journey
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