Last Night As I Was Sleeping

 
     Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt-marvelous error!
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?

      Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt-marvelous error!
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees 
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

     Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt-marvelous error!
that a fiery sun was giving 
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

     Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt-marvelous error!
that it was God I had 
here inside my heart.

    
(Antonio Machado)
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