when i fly
to Bali
i choose the
window
i am now
beside the
clouds
separated by
glass
at night i
am at the level
of the forehead
of the moon
at dawn the
sun slowly rising
seeks my
level
the mountains
below me
and he seas
so vast
the colors of the
waters
become a landscape
in my mind
it is me high up
the clouds
inside this plane
bound for the
Bali of my
dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem