Where waking denies us, but night gives us back.
In dreams, I can have you.
There, no borders exist—none of the walls we built with harsh words or the barriers raised by our choices. In that secret, nocturnal realm, we are together again, and life arranges itself into what I once wished it could be—what you never let it become.
In dreams, I hold you without reproach, as if time had never wounded us, as if destiny had not torn us out by the roots. In dreams, silence has no weight, distance dissolves, and tenderness flows without measure—like a river that never knew drought.
And in that world woven of shadows, I dare something impossible: to relive our memories and transform them.
I trade what was for what should have been, adjusting each moment with the delicacy of someone embroidering fragile fabric.
There, words never break, gestures never wound, and the story rewrites itself like a book without erasures.
In dreams, I craft the reality life denied me—and in that secret version, we are whole, you and I.
Yet you linger in my waking hours—in memories, in scents, in the fine cracks of my skin that still remember your touch.
Reality keeps us apart like two islands condemned to gaze at one another from afar.
We cross paths in the air, touch in memory—but never in the flesh of the day.
In this other universe, everything conspires to keep us from letting go.
Your hands find me, my eyes recognize you, and no force exists that could tear us from that eternity.
And when I open my eyes, I’m left with the taste of the impossible—like the echo of a song cut short.
Still, I cling to those dreams, because there—if only for one stolen instant—you are mine again, and I am yours.
For dreams are the only homeland where we still exist together—untouched, unbroken,
as if we had never been lost.
✨ Thank you for reading and walking with me through this dream refuge — the only place where memory and longing can meet without limits. Your presence here gives my words a second life. – Nel Duarte.