You owed me 9 Euros?

‘Dreams’ are filled with encounters from previous existences,
Those we know perfectly well that we know, without knowing where we know them from.
Those who remember us better than we remember them, who tell us about shared memories, seemingly vanished from the directly accessible layers of our memory.

The « vision » that rushes towards me, as soon as I enter the place (café, restaurant)

and gives me 10 euros for a meal I paid for a long time ago, I don’t immediately know what it is all about,

But his first name, his face, his voice are familiar.
We share a few words; he’s always pleasant, like an old mate.

A woman is there too, she knows me.

I feel a brief dizziness of incomprehension; he walks with me, very kindly.

©FJ Sept. 2025
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