The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...

I was treading a dark clay
that trembled and I,
sinking and coming out,
decided that you should come out
of me, that you were weighing me down
like a cutting stone,
and I worked out your loss
step by step:
to cut off your roots,
to release you alone into the wind.

Ah in that minute,
my dear,
a dream with its terrible wings
was covering you.

You felt yourself swallowed
by the clay,
and you called to me and I did
 not come,
you were going,
motionless,
without defending yourself
until you were smothered in the
quicksand.
Afterwards
my decision encountered your dream,
and from the rupture that was breaking
our hearts
we came forth clean again,
naked,
loving each other without dream,
without sand,
complete and radiant,
sealed by fire...