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Jorge Bustamante García

I dreamt that I dreamed what I am now dreaming . . .

I dreamt that I dreamed what I am now dreaming
I dreamt that I will dream of it again
Nothing gets lost in this dreaming
I dreamt that you dreamed what I dream.

Somewhere, out of this world,
The wave endlessly hits
carrying forests, faces, butterflies
burning, decay, illusions, goodbyes …

I need very little: to be and to look.
Life is the greatest miracle
and in it I live alone, like an orphan,
dedicated to picking up the reflections of other streets,
reflections of reflections of another sea.

I dreamt that I dreamed what I am now dreaming . . .

Soñé que soñé lo que ahora sueño
Soñé que lo volveré a soñar de nuevo
Nada se pierde en este ir soñando
Soñé que usted soñaba lo que sueño.

En algún lugar, fuera del mundo,
La ola golpea sin término golpea
Y en ella hay bosques rostros mariposas
Ardor despojo ensueño despedidas…

Necesito muy poco: ser y mirar.
La vida es el milagro más extenso
Y en él vivo solitario, como un huérfano,
Dedicado a recoger reflejos de otras calles
Reflejos de reflejos de otro mar.
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I dreamt that I dreamed what I am now dreaming . . .

I dreamt that I dreamed what I am now dreaming
I dreamt that I will dream of it again
Nothing gets lost in this dreaming
I dreamt that you dreamed what I dream.

Somewhere, out of this world,
The wave endlessly hits
carrying forests, faces, butterflies
burning, decay, illusions, goodbyes …

I need very little: to be and to look.
Life is the greatest miracle
and in it I live alone, like an orphan,
dedicated to picking up the reflections of other streets,
reflections of reflections of another sea.

I dreamt that I dreamed what I am now dreaming . . .

I dreamt that I dreamed what I am now dreaming
I dreamt that I will dream of it again
Nothing gets lost in this dreaming
I dreamt that you dreamed what I dream.

Somewhere, out of this world,
The wave endlessly hits
carrying forests, faces, butterflies
burning, decay, illusions, goodbyes …

I need very little: to be and to look.
Life is the greatest miracle
and in it I live alone, like an orphan,
dedicated to picking up the reflections of other streets,
reflections of reflections of another sea.
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