the touch of dreams

(4 de abril de 2oo9: A orillas del lago Michigan, en Chicago)

BETWEEN TWO HILLS

Between two hills
The old town stands.
The houses loom
And the roofs and trees
And the dusk and the dark,
The damp and the dew
Are there.

The prayers are said
And the people rest
For sleep is there
And the touch of dreams
Is over all.

(Carl Sandburg, Chicago poems, Chicago, University of Illinois Press, 1999, p. 133.)