He fantasized about hiring a sailboat
and heading out to sea in a straight line
and never coming back.
He dreamed of walking into the Amazon jungle,
hiking deeper and deeper,
never stopping to rest
and never coming back.
He imagined getting into his car
and driving until he ran out of gas
and checking into a motel
until he ran out of money,
never coming back.
He visualized sailing
and walking
and driving
toward
better days,
happier dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There's something really heartbreaking about this. Such truth, and fantasies I think most of us have had variations of - but he never moves from 'imagining' to 'doing'. What's not said has so much power. A well earned 10 from me. Hugs Anna xxx