I set the table every night for two. Once, after being so hungry all those years, finally, the guest appears. Was the sparkling full moon, which came to dine along with me. Trembling with crystal iced fingers, I drew the table, near, for her to taste my wine, whispering, meantime, my adoration, my hope to reach her complexity of guarding our dreams in silence, to determine our next morning moods. She was just sipping silently my wine, listening my enquiries, as a physician, and me, I was just hoping that she might get drunk to reveal me her secret tricks ( how she sovereign our dream world and the whole universe with tints of white light as heavy as cathedral tunes) .
I told her: Your Majesty, I was not expecting you to dine with my mortal abandoned soul, but now you came and I really have to tell you that you puzzle me : one night you are arising us in blissful love dreams and next you ravage us in anguish without any meanings .How do you do equally ? The room was listening to my voice talking unaided and even shadows hold their breath to come in wonder for her answer. She simulates a pantomime of an answer and with the last drop of wine told me: Go sleep! you are dizzy from breathing the fragrance of your dream that I slipped into your wine. Good night!