Dreadful Dream
A Dark Performance
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Standing in this painting, that it seems to be alive
It's black but has some contrasts I can barely see it all
Don't wake me up, is this a dream?
Don't know anymore what's real or not
The painting is real, the crows start to move now
But at the same time everything is paper and watercolor
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Don't know what they're doing
They're coming in my direction
I take the soil and cover as a blanket
But made of wood paper and I
Try to hide from them now
They stop besides me they know
I'm there now…
They start to look at me
And I see their ignis fatuous so clear
This imagery is real and I know
At the same time that it is just a dream