After the dream that was Réunion,
bien loin d’ici,
I drew Paris
as capital of the tropics,
and knew the girls she drew,
as I dreamt of the one
I wouldn’t have leave
that dream that I once knew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
life itself is a dream, we should remember always, Illusion though true.