The Dreams

Dream 131

We meet in this corner of the forest, and our lives are songs inspired by folk ballads. Our sky is all clouds of fine, perfumed smoke.

Meanwhile, it’s as though we are sleeping or simply not very attentive. One day our peace and quiet was shattered by the sounds of strange singing with mad rhythms, raising a raging tumult. Confused, some of us wanted to silence it, even by force, though others urged that it be handled with thoughtfulness and wisdom.

In any case, it woke those who were sleeping, and put the heedless on alert.