closely, beside of us, they live
the boy and the girl which like
to change, for puppets,
for dolls, about a feigned smile,
devoid of emotion.
they live in world of the illusion, where paper dragons
are winning bad warriors. but girls don't only have the facial
expression exophthalmos of eyeballs and copied
everything, what can form a relationship with
the conceivable beauty
somewhere beside people which
are shaping the taste of illusions young,
living in world, the imagination and the
falsehood live. it is large what artificial
the rest isn't significant...still.
terrible little dolls are frightening at night
not letting fall asleep with calm dream
the great knight is chasing the small
miserable puppet in order for her to trim
hair with ears well, that only in the dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem