Au rêve

by Bonnie Pockley

– Eh! qu’aimes-tu donc, extraordinaire étranger ?
– J’aime les nuages… les nuages qui passent… là-bas… là-bas… les merveilleux nuages !”

– Charles Baudelaire, L’etrander


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To dream, when dreams come true. When old books you thought were lost, suddenly appear carrying messages of hope. When that person you’ve been meaning to call, rings. When something you have long wished for materialises. When fortune smiles on you just before you give up. When life surprises you with secrets and everything turns out just fine. When your heart is strong, your tread soft and your words filled with grace. When the clouds pass overhead and you cannot for the life of you think of anything more beautiful. 

…rêve. Because everything is possible.