Dreams.

Dreaming, Yes, there are dreams at night.
Wishing the good dreams to populate my nights.
I want the good dreams.
Who doesn’t ?
Easy dreams, peaceful dreams, wild dreams, sexy dreams, dreams of good remembers and dreams of things to come.
Even more than that, simple dreams.

The simple dream in which I am that woman, the One that loves and is loved. Dreaming to go to work after the morning run, showering, getting decent and moderately elegant. Dreaming to leave my apartment in the morning, with all my things, the bills to pay, the errands to do, the worries of the day, my hair to adjust, my poems and worries in me as I walk the world, then having my book on my thighs in the train and the One I Love in me through all this. This simple thing, making me invincible, with an easy simple smile on the face of that decent woman on the train.

Dreaming simple things, daily things, being the woman that stop to buy things or do grocery, the one that have a coffee on the street on the way to my office. Dreaming this to be enough for You to wish to kiss me, just because I am me.
Isn’t this what everyone wish, after all?
This and nothing more.Why ?
Why dreaming this?
Because You, my Special One, You are this to me. Because to me loving is this, and the moments you are YOU and lost in your things, those are the moments when I’d throw my arms around you, and make you spin, with me, in this simple world, in this simple dream, and there is nothing that can come close to this.

Simple dream, a dream that has the name of Love, those syllabi.

No bad dreams, no complicated dreams, a simple one.