I dreamt - marvelous error! -
that a spring was breaking out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life that I have never drunk?
I dreamt - marvelous error! -
that I had a beehive here inside my heart,
and the golden bees were making white combs
and sweet honey from my old failures.
I dreamt - marvelous error! -
that a fiery sun was giving light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.
I dreamt - marvelous error! -
that it was God I had here inside my heart.
---Antonio Machado---
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