noon
the wind enters through the window
it is good to have an ocean nearby
cooling invisible intentions
helping me decipher my dreams
as i tried not to wake up
as i tried to understand
why such a beautiful girl
is asking for a kiss
and when you can not sleep anymore
coffee enters first into your soul
and then it follows the rest of your being
feeling good enough
to count the times the light bulb blinks
to listen the horses neigh
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