Putting on the cloths, as of the Barbi's,
Fastening on the rag of blue sky,
I'm floating slowly as the great ship
By the pavement to a summer-bar...
I'm shining with eyes, as the sea plain,
In the blue shadows my brains had merged...
What will be there, behind the hotel?
Will it be the joy or the sea storm?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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