Between the longing for a sky
that is nothing more than endless space,
the desire darkens a little
by the weight of dreams turned to torment.
Between the wish to fly,
to travel through Paris, Rome, and Qatar,
dreams hold no coins
nor random bills to spare.
Between the impossibility of flight,
the human measures of math,
a child dreams upon the earth,
transforming into something more tomorrow.
Of brilliant dreams,
great currents of air,
dreams have no owners,
no travel insurance, no tolls to pay.
What is dreamed, dreamed does not stay,
what is dreamed will one day find its way.
(AI. Trad.)
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