Dali and I cry,
Gala, will not.
She talks to
worm, worm
talk is cheep.
chicken eats
Dali and I, we
to listen now
as the worm
eats us, and
paints more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I could only imagine the painting? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?