I am somewhat of a dreamer.
I don't believe in clockwork time.
For what is Time? It's surely nothing else
but regulation's simplification.
Rather I am content to embrace
The warm expanses of eternity.
I am a boneless creature:
Born of soft visions.
I can assume the form
Of anything in my dreaming.
I find it hard to attain
The flesh of the everyday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem