A draft inside a fable to Ofélia that's a simple kitty - tribute narrative to Bela Lugosi

Me and Ofélia

- Today, my mind's elsewhere...

- I dreamed a dream of a thousand cats...

- They weren't bats...

- They were pets...

- Inside it, I visioned also a Fellini's movie named "8 and an half" and that it was only a tiny part of a project that fell down...

- It wasn't something peaceful and calm...

- In my dream, I knew that "2046" was a movie about a room's number being it inside another one that was serious and fun...

- The mouse toy wasn't today's joy...

- There was also another movie in Russia about a "mirror" with a simple woman and a writer telling world's history for free near the sea.

 Ofélia was telling me all this... 

 I was only staring at her eyes... 

 They had no lies... 

 There was a simple woman reading me a book inside a look... 

 We were there... 

 In a peculiar atmosphere... 

 There was no character to be seen... 

 We were all inside Ofélia's dream

- Be there...

- Be you...

- Breathe here...

- Be new... 

 Ofélia was telling me this... 

 She didn't described me Persona's act as a fact..   Her spirit was joyfully free... 

 Her soul was worth real gold... 

 Her heart was a piece of art...

- It did rain...

- Without disdain...

- There was no game...

- And no shame... 

 I was caressing while telling this to Ofélia with my bare hands while listening to a scandinavian singer/dreamer... 

 I knew out of the blue that autumn leaves had its own peers... 

 Ofélia was describing me a german art school without any tool... 

 Ofélia was eating and sleeping.... 

 She awoke...

 Her furry paws weren't a joke... 

 She walked inside Sandra's hall mirroring its wall...

 There was music being shuffled in a playlist and its volume was down and up like it was the most delicious world's syrup...

- There's a picture of mine...

- There's you without a rhyme...

 Ofélia told me this while she was scratching my boots like they were tree roots...

- She is joy...

- She loves her mouse toy...

- She loves to have human warmth...

- She loves to toy with her food depending of her own mood...

 Somebody was telling me this...

 And without me not knowing what to do or what to write...

 I knew that the sky was real bright...