I dreamed of you.
Between smoke and the smell of orange.
I dreamed of you.
I don’t remeber exactly the situation,
the place,
the action,
but I remember you.
Your smell of always (seet, soothing).
Your voice (able to stop all my internal fishes).
And that feeling, wich I thought it was waste
(with the waves against the cliff).
But not.
Was there,
quiet,
stable,
such as anemones,
waiting.
I dreamed of you,
I saw you,
You saw me.
And I,
fell,
fell,
fell.
To your ocean,
my pearls,
my love.
Erik Tutin.
