The photographer of dreams
Lures me
In the dark room of Imagination.
"Have a seat, Madam!
Dreams are facts that haven’t started yet, he says.
I will capture dreamfulness
So that
Among dreams
You yourself will be stuck there,
An image painted in green
On the lamps
Of the universal memory. "
I hesitate. I get revolted at this idea.
"Do not turn me into
A copy!
I want nothing but the honey of the forgotten candour”,
I whisper into the photographer's ear.