?We read and write poetry because we are member of human race. And human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering; these are noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life; but poetry, beauty, romance, love; these are what we are alive for.? Dead poet society.

Not until you commit to write every week will you feel lack of inspiration some day. It happened this week, so I decided to choose a poem to share with you, the readers, and the real protagonists of this blog. It was quite easy to do in the Spanish part of the blog; however it has no sense to translate that poem into English. As a consequence, different ideas came up to my mind; nonetheless I am not an expert in poetry and much less in poetry written in English.

Some alternatives I was considering were not poems, they were closer to be considered as a tale, they were rejected then and I will bring them up in other posts. Also the poem recited by Baroness Klisen in the film Our of Afica was another option, I wrote it down directly while watching the movie; but finally I chose this one by Samuel Taylor Coleridge:

?What if you slept?

What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in your hand
Ah, what then??

You may think it is a simple poem, without a clear meaning, but I invite you to consider it again, what it means for you?

Remember my leitmotive of this blog: if you have a dream it is because you can make it true.

(An interpretation can be found in http://whatifthoughts-alena.blogspot.com.es/2011/06/what-if-you-slept-and-dreamed.html)