Strange dream of silent wildness

I all the time do a strange dream With the sea, quiet, placid and stoic, And a majestic forest, full of fantasy. All this magnificence Was impregnate by a deep silence, A tough and beautiful silence, Like the call of the Truth. And I don't know how, or why, But I was flying above a train bridge, And beyond, far beyond Of this weird symbol of absolute freedom, There was forgotten geographies, Particular, discreet, and above all, Magically wild.