welcome
brother
i will take you to
a succession of images,
my thoughts,
about
this family
all our
emotions passing through
the ancestral mind
during sleep
we will be the
objects seen
involuntary on this
daydreaming
the reverie.
an aspiration
do you still need
A trip to Europe
your wild
and vain fancy?
we summon
unreal beauty,
charm, we strive for
excellence.
oh something
in a very remote way
I wouldn't dream of asking you
or them
to reconsider
things and options
suppose,
what if?
i dream away the afternoon.
ideal? hmmm, not really
do not turn me off
i am real
touch my fingers
they wriggle
i sometimes
dream up
the most impossible
plan.
those with
unusual vividness,
clarity,
order,
and significance,
do not be turned
off
i am real
i am the one that rambles and
rumble
and mumble
and bubble up
like a gum on your cheek
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem