Where do dreams go when they die?
You asked me that afternoon
of that day that was everything
and now it's nothing
because it is plagued by your absence.

Where to? you said
lying among the dry leaves
that the wind swirled
in that autumn
What to say about Maria Elena
he is a criminal.

What are dreams?
Are they just dreams or are they remains of
days and lives lived or not
or the remnants of past lives
with their swords and their heroism
or the remnants of old love stories
like Sahrazad's
in the thousand and one nights.

What is the history?
What is the beginning?
What is the end?

Could it be the aleph
what is the alpha, the beginning
and all alpha
He irremediably searches for his omega.
We all look for our aleph,
that vanishing point
where everything converges
giving it in a moment
a single meaning
and unrepeatable to existence,
that transfinite that defines everything,
everyone someday
we want to find it,
or we deny it
at the time of discovery.

How we find or lose
or we want to find love
without them taking it from us
nor terrible diseases
nor genocidal murderers.
Maybe a simple, pure love
or a clandestine one
like the one that Ares and Aphrodite
They were sealed in the abode of Hephaestus.

Where do dreams go when they die?
You asked me that afternoon
and now that you are no longer here, I know

Dreams don't die
death does not exist,
It is only in us
because if it is love
love lives forever.