Dream.I hear a light but vibrant rustle, like the wings of a dragonfly immersed in the green of a bush. The rustle continues to intrigue me, invite me, provoke me, with its continuous repetition outside my window.I look out, look, observe, scrutinize, but nothing appears to my eyes that can explain that incessant rustle that seems to call me, since no one else on the … Continua a leggere A Kite in the Sky