On course for my faithful fate,
under the faithful neon light
in front of me
a young bearded man with beautiful long hair
reads Freud in English.
On his lap, a pocket automatic translator.
. [What tongue does he speak then ?
. Which tongues does he understand ?]
Images come to me
. of exploding carriages
. of tongues of fire licking fleshes
Nightmares are secret desires badly disguised, says Freud.
. To burn it all
. To exchange our tongues
. To change our dreams.