A cloud`s romance
White butterflies covered the glade like a film star`s living room
still unspoilt by drops of red wine, cake crumbs and vomits.
They suddenly flew up over tree tops became a white cloud drifting
about looking for another green dell that was perfectly happy being
green, yet pleased when the cloud landed and became a white carpet.
Mind, it had wanted to be occupied by many- coloured butterflies
it had happened to the clearing before and the forest`s animal came
to admire the beauty of a carpet that only appeared once every
200 years. The oldest animal in the forest a boar that had survived
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem