I read it in the news. In my dream I was a black man, You said, "be glad it was a dream." but I was tied to a truck and dragged on the road rocks cut into my face, my blood drew abstract paintings into the mud never to be exhibited in galleries. I went down a nameless bloody blackman, killed off in my dream. You said "be glad it was a dream." But then I dreamed thet I was a black man even after I woke up from my dream. You said "stay away from white men when you dream.
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Reviewed on November 16, 2008
Our dreams bring our thoughts to reality. Hidden message in your writing, CarolHawks
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
God bless you. Kathy
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