My Pregnant Thoughts

I met the barren night

in my traditional dream today.

There was not a single star

on her forehead,

not a single kiss on her lips.

Since the dream has become

a reason for freedom,

a pretext for victory,

we will die humbly,

to spite the offended clock.

Don't ignore my pregnant thoughts,

run away from dreams

in which you no longer hear

your heartbeat.

At the behest of faith, you hide

rude prayers, shout so softly

that nearby souls wake up.