A beautiful dream blossoms
in a black jungle.

A sweet sleep smiles
on that dream.

The smell of sleep is
wild as a jungle.

I could not be her friend
until now.

It does not matter for her.
It is a long time since
I met her.

She comes when she wants,
spreads the sheet of sleep
and lies down,
spreading her hair like dreams.

Mostly in her dreams
there is a plant.
White ants from its roots
crawl on my body.

When
I come out of her dream,
the roots of my body
disappear.

I am afraid
of her, of her dream,
and my sleep,
which keeps waking up
in her dreams