A nest in the attic of my brain

There is a dream in my dreams. Sometimes a glance from you, a certain look, and understanding of sorts without the need for words Sometimes a touch remembered later travels through the depths of my nerves.

There is a dream sometimes unclear to me trying to dicpher The meaning of the wish, where lies a puzzle, a spider and beyond ...behind the unconsious thought.

I have you in a dream a web of feeling ; it darkens my space closing the obsession behind the curtain of the real.

Manuel Tovar