Surrealist - Poem by Trino Chan
It was a scorching and drowsy summer,
anonymous was wandering at home outside the balcony,
spending many idle hours just sitting in the sun.
he stood up.
He stared at the door as if waiting for someone.
It had been a few minutes' time.
straight, he stood upright.
Out of my expectation, he walked,
towards the door and opened it.
Another world, no one knew where it was.
It was a beach.
Anonymous strolled along the serene beach,
Suddenly, he stopped.
He stared again,
it was a bottle this time.
The bottle was floating on the sea,
anonymous picked it up and noticed that
there was a paper inside.
That was, a frazzled and worn paper,
with a group of numbers and a few words:
You were born in February and you are Pisces.
You belong to the sea and you will never forget the day of 6-4'
Surrealistic phantasy, anonymous loves it.
(9th of May,2004)
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