I Did Not Dream... - Poem by Antonio Machado
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.
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