music box
Of the inner life...
"I dreamt that I dreamed what I am now dreaming
I dreamt that I will dream of it again
Nothing gets lost in this dreaming
I dreamt that you dreamed what I dream.
Somewhere, out of this world,
The wave endlessly hits
carrying forests, faces, butterflies
burning, decay, illusions, goodbyes …
I need very little: to be and to look.
Life is the greatest miracle
and in it I live alone, like an orphan,
dedicated to picking up the reflections of other streets,
reflections of reflections of another sea."
© 2003, Jorge Bustamante García
From: Enseres para una biografía
© Translation: 2006, Blanca Maldonado