far pastures are always
greener
the sea out there beyond
this horizon is
deep blue
in our deserts
there is a show of mirages
floating princesses
hazy kingdoms
air fantasies
others are so realistic
and perhaps luckier
they always love what is here
and care for
the now
the distance is an illusion
beyond us is
a rarefaction
light bends and begins
to lie...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem