I hate the Day,
it anguish me.
The Day was
made to do
without
thinking or asking,
it was made to
work.
And all I
really need is dream,
thinking and
dancing without words.
The night is
that time when you can planning
conquests,
triumphs, discoveries...
and then
peacefully go to sleep.
Everything is
possible, in its unreality,
during the nigth.
Nothing is
possible when the day comes through
breaking our
dreams.
Our stupid
dreams.
