"I was born from a dream",
our grandchildren will say,
reading from the book of dreams
our visionary past,
all adding their own dreams,
each of them the mightier,
and the wind shall browse the old pages,
carrying the fairytale further…
It shall wither, dissipating itself
in the autumn through the golden dust
that falls from the alive pages,
and it shall recall
that it should have been fulfilled.

september the 24th 2002.