you step inside yourself
create a home
complete with a window
and furniture
flowery drapes and
cotton sheets
a bed and a side table
you are into some
kind of dimming lights
a little of Mozart playing
softly
this is how to dream and
regain what pieces of self
you lost
outside where the crowd
eats some parts of you
you must be happy now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem