dream my friend
without dreams we become too real
and reality stinks like a stone without gloss
without color
plain weight without sight
the hardness
that Sisyphus
suffers unnecessarily
so my friend you must dream
the world is too much
for us to bear
dream we must to dare
we have still time to spare
without dreams we are nothing
we are worse than nothing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem