I realised that the imagery, you played
had dreamlike status
and no origin
by logic and imagination, I have built a new Babylon, with its princess, on the terrace over the sea
new windmills
the address of the streams, as the seagull's flap, their wings
sensuality without bounds
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. A nice poem, Cristobal. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks