Dream Come True

I am going on the road

between to be and not to be

I am looking to boundlessness

and I do not understand anything

boundlessness looked at me

and i have become nothing

I'm wandering on a well-known street

in the short silence

I can hear noises stirring my memory

noise and blurred images

coming from the past

I see the baby running

holding over his head

a toy plane

with the mouth imitating a motor

and jumps up

believing that he could fly

a steam

in the shape of a wing

lifts the baby into the air

lets him float a little

and places him back

in my memory