Well Of Desires Poem by Belquis Barés

When the problems, the pessimism, the unwillingness,

or the bad humor try to suffocate me

I just need to stick out of the window of my soul.

There is in my interior a marvelous garden

where the most prized remembrances

multicolored aromatic affections

comforting hugs,

landscapes of my learning by the life, inhabit.

The laughters fill of music the air

with thousand amusing tonalitys

and a breeze of sighs

travels through the already lived stages

A magical well of desires

occupies the center of the scene.

I go to him if my strenghts flag.

I plunge in the teachings of my parents

I rescue the values learned

I thread necklaces of personal achievements

I soak myself of crystalline illusions

and throw a coin to the well

for to invigorate the hopes.