I dreamed of you last
night, Kara. I saw you walking in
a red dress and looking at me…
Remember when you became
angry and I laughed. You asked: “Are you laughing because I’m angry?” When I said yes, you also started laughing
and said “Don’t make me laugh when I’m angry”…
Remember when we loved…
Remember when I told
that I had reached the end… you told me: “Don’t I get a say in this?” Then you said… “Teach me how to let go.” How could I teach you what I still don’t know…
Yet I remember the poem you sent me… Love is two souls in one body…
In a mirror
There is a stranger
Who claims to be me.
“You are not me” said I.
The stranger said nothing
I cannot trust mirrors or pictures.
So I dream of you, Kara
mía… I hope that you live a happy life… and that sometimes you think or perhaps
dream of a very stupid and solitary man …
As I reflect of my dream
of you I remember the words of Federico García Lorca’s sad poem: “I sing of [your] elegance with words that
groan, and I remember a sad breeze through the olive trees.”
By: Homeless with a
Laptop, that is my Name
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