Polly Scattergood Response - Henryk Górecki - Symphony No. 3: II. Lento E Largo

In a room whose color is the color of the snow in Nepal there is a special corner made for your dream that it lives and runs through those fields that the corners have, they free love, hate, sexuality, everything whithin us. I want to watch the corner that I can not see. It moves, floats, envisions and enjoys. At one point the dream disappears, the corner becomes wall and I'm still sitting in the chair of uncertainty, staircase to the world of dreams and transportation to creativity. 

I hope, oh my dream.

I hope you like someone expects the clock hand change its direction. Creativity keeps flowing without leaving your bed, waiting for a special drink. She drinks it. I can't. 

I see you, oh my dream.

I approach you. I am a poet of form and illusion, I am a painter of writing and love, let me see you closely. I want to reach and feel you again. Mi imagination leads me, you show yourself, I love you. 

I adore you, oh my dream.

I love every detail of your being. I love you like a thousand purple waves which're breaking on the red coast of desire. Be free when I catch you up and blow me up. Unfathomable things we must never forget to find us:

You are special to me, I am a dream for you.

You are a dream for me, I am special to you.

You are my dream, I am your dream.

Love