Happiness is a dream
Happiness is a dream
Did you ever feel destiny as a reheated soup…
as a not-so-secret hyped premiere of a movie
where everyone knows the spoiler beforehand?
When God himself winks at you
while you knew he would wink?
You reach the peak and feel nothing.
All was in the longing to rise up.
You finish your marathon and feel like nothing.
Nothing happened when your dream came true.
Everything happened before,
during the movie.
Everything happened before you see “The end” on the screen.
Which is the silly part of the movie,
a silly part of life.
When your dream comes true.
When your dreams come true, your illusion dies.
When your dreams come true, you wake up.
When your dreams come true, you lose your dream forever.
And you question the dream:
“My dream was brighter, higher, greater.”
The goddess was thinner.
Her gaze was more dangerous and intoxicating.
Her heart was burning your heart.
Then you hear God talking.
“She’s here!” he says.
Your dream is here.
You see her but your dream is nowhere to be seen.
Your dream has escaped and molded into another shape,
from white to black,
from black to green,
from Europe to Africa.
Living the dream is chasing the dream,
like a forever mystic butterfly that you will never catch,
like the line of gold and water at the horizon.
You can see it but you will never catch it.
Sliding on the wilderness of dreaming rivers,
flowing around the pillars of truth,
through the mangrove forest of reality,
ghosts of their own dreams;
Humans are dreamers.
Their own master and pet altogether,
heroes of their imagination,
illusions of an illusion,
playing with feelings like with the strings of a guitar,
composing the music they call “life.”
Love is in the longing.
Love is in the way.
Only the pulse counts.
Love is dancing.
Life is love.
Life is the dancing between A and B.
We pretend to want to go to B,
but we already know:
the moment we arrive,
the dance is finished.
She smiled.
She smiled too late.
I’ve already seen her smile
on another face.
The last dance never ends.
Dreaming a new dream.
Inside,
I’m alive.