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
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.
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