Are dreams who involved in the evening And recall, that have been in the dark Acquires force, against boredom Onto the fear and fighting consciousness Creates imaginative thoughts Destroying toryism and seduce the purity Reproduce the vision of spiritual liberation And classifies life into a blooming game Releases from hallucinations Inactivates the slumber of virginity Awaits dipped in the sea of inspiration
This that haunts us..
Are the dreams, that come just before the dawn And create soft flakes of subsistence Like a strange screams, of deposition.