I did not dream of ever gaining
the great-great fame and of embedding
my song into the hearts of fans;
I like all that is wholly airy,
all that is weightless, all that's fairy
like soap bubbles' friendly clans.
I like when they, so gay and selfish,
drink sun and carmine, get a flight
to skies and then, as in a fright,
shudder and break and promptly vanish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem