Dreams: a tear of the soul

January 01, 2014  /  Raquel Angel

I woke up with the bliss of amnesia.
I forgot who I was.
I lived like someone else.
Only the dreams remembered me.
At night they woke up my eyes
As if they were the hiding place of my sadness:
A tear of the soul.

 

Background: a survivor describing the first period after the camps.