we were in paraguay

I know this dream, she says,
touching my shoulder,
waking me up from the dream.

I had it too, the same one.
we were in love.
we were in Paraguay together.

the shine was shining
on the wet streets.
someone was in the church tower,

ringing the bell, the streets
were covered in white flowers.

it was before this, before
everything.
we were young, innocent.

almost without sin. there
was nothing that could keep
us apart.

go back to sleep, I tell her,
putting my head back down
on the pillow.

take me with you, she says.
don't leave me behind.

okay, I say to her, taking
her hand into mine. okay.