Certain nights I follow a yellow light
Until one blue door where it can be read: Dream.
Is not my hand that opens the door
Nor I am invited by a woman
To buy dreams, and exactly thus
They were always paid by me.
At night I was not in debt to anything.
Pierre Kemp (1886 - 1967) The Netherlands
Translated by Isaac Pereira
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