Dreams.

I’m waiting for you. In my dreams.
This summer was a dream for me, a dream…
a dream without end and without start.
I remember your w o r d s, your k i s s e s, your c a l l s...
I remember to you and I can’t believe that it was r e a l.
So, when I am with you I can’t to be h a p p y or funny,
because I think that I’m in a dream and that
I need to down up at the reality.
I think that I’m silly for to think
that you can’t s t a y with me……..
but you are with me……… you was ...w . i . t . h __m . e... .

Patricia S. Buendía©