Tuesday, September 7, 2010
In a dream I am standing,
At the entrance to a forest,
Here there are constructed,
Numberless arches that radiate light,
When I pass through them at night,
My body floats gently into the air,
At this precise moment,
When I am on the cusp of sleep,
My shadow vanishes,
And with it my weight.
Rudi Arapahoe, from the album "Echoes From One To Another"
