to a fault...but whose...
the exhibition
allied the gores...and slid behind the sliding doors....
oh, for a lift to the rooms of rest,
unconsidered in the last bequest...
dear child, do not
touch
the art
with fingers....
...let it find your heart...
yes, to skate on marble would be fun
...soon...
popcorn
and the park....and sun!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some (non) sense memory....