Sometimes sleep is disguised in mysterious waysEnters the space to despoil my desiresI am careless, they all lay here and thereSome inconvenient dreams are written thereNot some fancy notebooks, but loose white pagesThey are pure freedom, no blemishes of strict linesI decide the structures; of course, I choose the dwelling place for my emotionsFoundations may seem archaic, but they are solidWithout comparisons, the grow strong, … Continue reading My desires My Space