I dream we stand
wrist beside wrist
confess before a wall of withered red bricks
happy faces pass by
heavy shadows follow
stretched by the tall street lamps
that illuminate us
with their sympathetic gaze.

I detest my sentences
like puddles drops of oil,
you adore your dissertations
bright tulips among a green flock of grey
and you know well how to choose your words.

You, who won't drink,
I,
inebriated by your words
soot on ice,
kiss you sincerely.

I dream