THE QUEEN OF MY DREAMS

I find it strange to always lay me down on a time when I feel more drawn in that I could find you as soon as possible because there are so few hours that makes me smile when I'm sad thinking of you, my queen who in dreams I soon see your smile telling me that I am still alive and I can still find you somewhere in paradise that gives me pleasure and esteem for my youth that is always guarded as a tape recorder all the things of life that have already passed me here in this planet discussed by serious realities that are present in the day to day making us lack of love for you in which the desires are like evidence of existences that we are always lamenting about your faults that in that to say that the beautiful girl rebels us of the dreams let me tell you what you feel for me and my sorrows that I have kept in my chest as proof that my love never dies and I ask you to always call the dream queen who always transcribed the dictates of life about me and that the dishonest can say that I am still richer and that the mortal sin that wanders the world under the underworld that always watches us shut up like a wave in the black sea in which the ships are always running to the other side like if you were entering some triangle or magic circle that can take you to some unknown place and that you are not distracted with the mermaid's songs that perpetuates the submerged and marine waters talking about things from the other world that maybe we can believe more can be deceit or they just want to distract us about songs and dreams and I ask that the queen of my dreams never leave me for certain thoughts of insecurity because I need to find her and I simply want to tell her that I love her and that the past lives next door and I see my future intertwined as if I were being imprisoned by some evil force wanting to distract and destroy me and my heart is always trying to understand where they are the hidden the sins of the world and life is my guide of coexistence in which I can say that the solitude will not kill my heart with canvas with me and that it can be of good still while the world is on possession of the hell and she can tell me that evil does not exist and we're just dreaming and walking together about a paradise where the queen of dreams is herself wanting to tell me how much she exists and my love makes her survive on this world of possession and obscurity in which we can understand the reason for these days be very long until the end and she can say how much I am free in my life.

By: Roberto Barros