A beautiful dream
For some years now I'm escaping the Swiss winter
and seek refuge in the Southern Brazilian summer where
my temporary home is a small house, a casinha, located
in a beautiful garden which, with its abundance of exotic flowers,
is an inexhaustible source of pleasure.
What a beautiful day, greeted me one morning Marcelo, the gardener.
Did you sleep well?, I asked. Oh yes, he replied, I had a beautiful dream.
What about? Oh, I don't remember, he grinned. How can you then say it was
a beautiful dream? Because I woke up with a smile on my face ...
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