Who can daydream and pay attention
to their dreams to the point
where a certain charm arises from it
and the world becomes endowed
through its wild innocence.
The truth is I am lost in it.
There is no question here of work,
as my pen traces a few lines,
the spectacle of nature distracts me,
gently swirls around my feet
and submerges me in it.
photo tumblr: dream sign;.baby chick, ribbon