Antonio Machado

I Did Not Dream...

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I Did Not Dream...

I did not dream of ever gaining the great-great fame and of embedding my song into the hearts of fans; I like all that is wholly airy, all that is weightless, all that's fairy like soap bubbles' friendly clans. I like when they, so gay and selfish, drink sun and carmine, get a flight to skies and then, as in a fright, shudder and break and promptly vanish.