A hidden dream
kidnapped me
and on the galleon
that ploughs the silver sea
pleasures have no secrets,
nights
have the fragrance
of pillowcases embroidered with the wind,
waves
the sound of sunsets
of northern lights,
clouds
walk on the deck
weaving the sails
with threads of joy.
A hidden dream
kidnapped me
and never captivity
has been more beautiful.
On the silver sea
I left my dreams
and they will sail forever
among the tales of the heart.

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