It's Only the Age

I have wild dreams of a free life,
A life of wonders, desires with a grand space for pure pleasure.
I have a dream of a crazy existence
With a lustful love for the moaning trees,
The tired rocks, the lost weeds in between the cracks of a contentedly destroyed house,
For the laughing sun penetrating me, putting every corner in me on fire
While I open my arms on the mountain's peak
And receive each ray with the maddest of ecstasy;
The devilish wind passionately kissing my skin,
Both of us are sinners, unfaithful, especially to each other,
That inconstancy makes the touching bewitching, renewed with every finger.
I have a dream of a summer beach
With foolish kids roaming around, laughing with the outmost carelessness;
Each couple alone on the cold sand, hugging and whispering words of romance;
Dancing smoothly, holding each other tightly like the beach is empty,
Like the moon is shining for them, like the silvery waves are humming their names,
Like the universe is revolving around them.
And his hands on her waist with her back on his chest,
They'd both close their eyes and are able to taste the songs of the screaming wind,
The salt of the sea, the million ages in the sand underneath.
I have a dream of a car, madly running in the empty roads under the burning sun;
A glad body stretched in the front seat with a smile on his face and eyes tightly shut.
I have a dream of a divulging river,
Shoving playfully like a jeering child, rash and thrilled;
There would stand two naked bodies, surrounded by the lax water,
Kissing violently and their hands sliding on the wet warm skin.
I have a dream of a magical sunset seen from a parked car,
From the top of a hill, from the side of a road, from the balcony of a studio.
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I have a dream of a simple reality with no dreams,
no wanting,
no teasing,
no disappointment,
just no pain.