Greta waits at the window
the sun that isn't there yet
on that chair that is now part of herself
how many hours to think
about what she won't do anymore
too many things that she hasn't done for too long
so she fishes in her memories
Greta running
Greta dancing
dreams of her great love
which will only remain a dream
but she at least wants to dream about it because she knows it
then in the evening that bed of hers
and its colored sheets
she closes her eyes and transforms them into meadows and flowers dreams of Greta because in dreams
lives a running and dancing Greta

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