You’ve turned into a side street.
A wise move.
No monks here, not even passers-by.
You’re still out of breath.
Time to calm down.
A black limousine comes down the lane and stops next to you.
The back door opens.
You don’t hesitate to get in.
The driver’s a woman.
She doesn’t ask where to.
She just starts to drive,
And you sit in the back seat leaning back,
closing your eyes.
Soft music’s soothing your troubled mind.
The driver begins to talk to you as to a close friend.
She knows your first name,
she knows your past,
she remembers your sins.
Who is that woman?
You know this voice.
Can it be?
It’s your mother’s voice, giving you advice. As always.
No, it can’t be your mother.
She wouldn’t be that young.
And anyway. She’s gone.
«I'm used to reading your dreams»,
the woman at the wheel contends,
«I know your secret wishes.»
You ask: Who are you?
And she answers: «I always knew where to take you.
Look, here we are!
Time to get out.»
The car has stopped in front of a magnificent villa.
She walks you to the gate.
Turning around she says:
«Go enter the realm of dreams!»