Last Night I Had A Hot Dream
 
Last night I had a dream.
It was hot, very hot.
I was breathing hard, my throat was dry.
I kept moving,
like to drive away the heat.
But nothing, it remained mounted into me.
What could I do?
There was nothing I could do.
Nothing seemed to work.
Maybe the heat was part of me,
the flames nourished my soul and
the flicker of the fire pushed the blood
through my hungry veins.

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Ieri notte ho fatto un sogno.
Faceva caldo, molto caldo.
Respiravo a fatica, la mia gola era secca.
Continuavo a muovermi,
come per scacciare il calore.
Ma niente, restava incastonato dentro di me.
Cosa potevo fare?
Non c'era niente che potessi fare.
Niente sembrava funzionare.
Forse il calore era parte di me,
le fiamme nutrivano la mia anima ed
il tremolio del fuoco spingeva il sangue
tra le mie vene affamate. 

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