Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.

Dormir segn se sabe es el mas secreto de nuestros actos. Le dedicamos una tercera parte de nuestra vida y no lo comprendemos. Para algunos no es otra cosa que el eclipse de nuestra vigilia para otros un estado ms complejo que abarca a un tiempo el ayer el ahora y el maana para otros una no interrumpida serie de sueos.

The three of them knew it. She was Kafkas mistress. Kafka had dreamt her. The three of them knew it. He was Kafkas friend. Kafka had dreamt him. The three of them knew it. The woman said to the friend Tonight I want you to have me. The three of them knew it. The man replied If we sin Kafka will stop dreaming us. One of them knew it. There was no longer anyone on earth. Kafka said to himself Now the two of them have gone Im left alone. Ill stop dreaming myself.

It must be that I am not made to be a dead man but these places and this discussion seem like a dream and not a dream dreamed by me but by someone else still to be born.

You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.