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A visual representation of a surrealistic poem called "Awakenings", by Robert Desnos.

"It's strange how sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night
Fast asleep someone knocked at your door
And in that extraordinary town of half-awake half-memory
iron gates ring heavily from street to street.

Who is that night visitor with the unknown face?
what's he looking for is he spying
Is it a poor man begging food and a place to sleep
Is it a thief a bird
A reflection of ourselves in the mirror
Back from transparent depths
Trying to re-enter us

Then he notices we've changed
his key no longer turns the lock
Of the mysterious door to our bodies
Even if he just left seconds ago
in that anxious moment when you turn out the light

What happens to him then
Is he in pain? Where will he go next?
Is this the origin of ghosts?
of dreams?
the birthplace of regret?

Never knock at my door again
There's no place at my hearth or in my heart
For old images of myself.
Perhaps you recognize me.
me, I'll never know if you recognize yourself."

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Description
A visual representation of a surrealistic poem called "Awakenings", by Robert Desnos.

"It's strange how sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night
Fast asleep someone knocked at your door
And in that extraordinary town of half-awake half-memory
iron gates ring heavily from street to street.

Who is that night visitor with the unknown face?
what's he looking for is he spying
Is it a poor man begging food and a place to sleep
Is it a thief a bird
A reflection of ourselves in the mirror
Back from transparent depths
Trying to re-enter us

Then he notices we've changed
his key no longer turns the lock
Of the mysterious door to our bodies
Even if he just left seconds ago
in that anxious moment when you turn out the light

What happens to him then
Is he in pain? Where will he go next?
Is this the origin of ghosts?
of dreams?
the birthplace of regret?

Never knock at my door again
There's no place at my hearth or in my heart
For old images of myself.
Perhaps you recognize me.
me, I'll never know if you recognize yourself."

stock:
(closed account)
fav.me/d4wrsu
www.sxc.hu/photo/497491
www.istockphoto.com/stock-phot…
ownhomestyle.com/top-10-crown-…