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