Last night I had a dream I was in it.
It truly was flying! I wish the sky wasn't blue, and that people had
wings.
There was a
line of people, a queue!
I heard, so many people are choosing to be born. It was fair!
Africa, Asia, Europe or America
Black or white.
Tall or short.
And every one had a reason for that, trying something new like wanting
to have sex with different colors. I met a king who wanted to be born again, to be a rebel and an angle who wanted to be born in Africa for the first time.
A decision and it was so difficult, you
want to try it all.
“Just something new, it has a gamey taste, a wild flavor”. I heard someone whispering
about life.
I heard they are choosing to be born.
A place
A life
And a new beginning
We were asked for it!
To be blind, crippled and crazy!
My mind, my poor mind was trying to justify everything; but, but it wasn't true.
Like an orphan boy who makes stories about his father.
And who knows? I asked myself. It must? It must not be a truth! Maybe, not the truth, but a part of it! just a convenient story! And it was…I quest it was fair!