"Visul este vizualizarea mascata a dorintei refulate."
[Sigmund Freud - "Visul Ca Implinire A Dorintei"]


I call you now not a for a long time
In my sad garden where I wish to die
My imagination is opened to you

and all my things are beloved, I'm sure...

You're here...I can't believe

You have already turned me grey...
Listen closer to my severed past
Listen, listen, to our fevered lust...