April Cerise, In Memoriam
if i could tell you the wordsdriftwoodheightsshe flew awaydreamyou make me feel springlove is a ghostdelicate were the mothsmay fades to junesolaceas january unveilssee you in junei walk with youroses in octoberdear lunasemanethrough the treesapril in octoberquietlywarmthnature is a languagefirst signs give me sun and drift awaylosthang to drydon't give up dreamingwith maps of stars inside our headsadieu, summerstandstillrumpus roomi saw the sun
to dream
i don't know the world, i don't even know myself. i'm forever daydreaming and often can't tell dreams from reality.

vitezslav nezval,
valerie and her week of wonders