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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506772" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sleep Spaces</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506772" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the night there are of course the seven wonders<br>of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment.<br>Forests collide with legendary creatures hiding in thickets.<br>There is you.<br>In the night there are the walker's footsteps the murderer's<br>the town policeman's light from the street lamp and the ragman's lantern<br>There is you.<br>In the night trains go past and boats<br>and the fantasy of countries where it's daytime. The last breaths<br>of twilight and the first shivers of dawn.<br>There is you.<br>A piano tune, a shout.<br>A door slams. A clock.<br>And not only beings and things and physical sounds.<br>But also me chasing myself or endlessly going beyond me.<br>There is you the sacrifice, you that I'm waiting for.<br>Sometimes at the moment of sleep strange figures are born and disappear.<br>When I shut my eyes phosphorescent blooms appear and fade<br>and come to life again like fireworks made of flesh.<br>I pass through strange lands with creatures for company.<br>No doubt you are there, my beautiful discreet spy.<br>And the palpable soul of the vast reaches.<br>And perfumes of the sky and the stars the song of a rooster<br>from 2000 years ago and piercing screams in a flaming park and kisses.<br>Sinister handshakes in a sickly light and axles grinding on paralyzing roads.<br>No doubt there is you who I do not know, who on the contrary I do know.<br>But who, here in my dreams, demands to be felt without ever appearing.<br>You who remain out of reach in reality and in dream.<br>You who belong to me through my will to possess your illusion<br>but who brings your face near mine only if my eyes are closed in dream as well as<br>in reality.<br>You who in spite of an easy rhetoric where the waves die on the beach<br>where crows fly into ruined factories, where the wood rots<br>crackling under a lead sun.<br>You who are at the depths of my dreams stirring up a mind<br>full of metamorphoses leaving me your glove<br>when I kiss your hand.<br>In the night there are stars and the shadowy motion of the sea,<br>of rivers, forests, towns, grass and the lungs<br>of millions and millions of beings.<br>In the night there are the seven wonders of the world.<br>In the night there are no guardian angels, but there is sleep.<br>In the night there is you.<br>In the daylight too.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Desnos">Robert Desnos</a></strong></div>