I have told New York's bustling streets, and its blossom flowers,
that I have a dream, a loud dream, that I love without limits, without boredom,
and tiredness. You, like me, are also a farmer from the south, and like
me you dream of loud love, yes, the loud love has another taste and has another
color. When you close your eyes, you fly, because you are free and because you
are a dreamer, and because you love without limits. I will talk to you
about all bright dreams, bright tales, and bright eyes. Yes, I will talk
to you tirelessly, and without getting bored, because I am a New Yorker
dreamer.
