Tuesday, February 17, 2009

And another

Mum and I, we were in a pool.
The big and clear pool was bare; there was just the 2 of us.
She held on to my hands as I kicked about in the water.
I was really happy in all that artificial blueness, the tiled bottom and the ripples formed as the wind gently carressed the surface of it.
And I really liked the feeling as I emerge head first from under,
all that water draining off my body,
at the ears especially, what liberation.

I was three, or at least I knew I was in the dream.

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