into the looking glass
Alice guided me years back
to pass from this world of
reality to this world of
illusion
rabbits and cats are talking
even frogs and dodo and bloodhound
and the queen of hearts was just
as amazing as the king and the knave
but i have to tell you which
world i have finally chosen
oh, it is not the colored ones
the one with all the illusions
i live here, in my own abode,
black and white, and shades of grey
real rains, and temporary typhoons,
wind chimes and bursts of guns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem