It is so peaceful on the ceiling!
It is the Place...........
The little crystal chandelier
is off,
the fountain is in the dark.
Not a soul is in the park.
Below, where the wallpaper is peeling,
the gates are locked.
Those photographs are animals.
The mighty flowers and foliage rustle;
under the leaves the insects tunnel.
We must go under the wallpaper
to meet the insect-gladiator,
to battle with a net and trident,
and leave the fountain and the square
But oh, that we could sleep up there....
date: 21/10/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem