Chichis De Patricia Manterola

Dreams. Moleskine

This is a little story that I had to do class work and as I liked the result because I put it here!:

One day I woke up in a different world,
Where the clouds Were sheep,
and butterflies Were the tree leaves.
The sun came out at night
and the stars shone during the day.
Where hate was love,
and love was hate.
Where books began in the end
and the end was the beginning.
Where people were swimming in the sand
and the water didn't wet.
Where I spoke French
and people heard me in Chinese, 
Germans sang in English, 
and English sang in German.
Nevertheless, people understood each other with the lOOk.

Bueno, para los que not understand very well, put it in English (maybe not the exact translation ...)

One day I woke up in a different world,
where clouds were sheep
and tree leaves butterflies.
At night the sun rose,
day and the stars shone.
Where hate was love,
and love was hate. Where
books began at the end,
and the end was the beginning.
Where people swimming in the sand
and water not wet. Where
spoke French,
and I heard in Chinese.
Germans singing in English,
and English sang in German.
Nevertheless, people understood each other with the look.