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Last night while I was sleeping

I dreamed – blessed illusion! –

a fountain flowed

inside my heart.

Water, tell me

by what hidden

channel you came to me

with a spring of new life

I never drank?

Last night while I was sleeping

I dreamed – blessed illusion! –

I had a beehive

inside my heart,

and from my old bitterness

the gold bees

were contriving white combs

and sweet honey.

Last night while I was sleeping

I dreamed – blessed illusion! –

a fiery sun glowed

inside my heart.

It was fiery, giving off heat

from a red fireplace.

It was the sun throwing out light

and made one weep.

Last night while I was sleeping

I dreamed – blessed illusion! –

that it was God I held

inside my heart.

Antonio Machado – gestuur deur John Ackerman