The Little Wood Behind Home Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio
The Little Wood Behind Home
Once upon a time
there was a magic
enchanted wood,
made of eucalyptuses
that touched the sky,
of cardboard and wooden
castles,
of little lakes
to splash in,
of secret
passages and loves,
of fantasy
to play with.
It was the realm
of us children,
then the witch Age
stole it
and the dragon Cement
swallowed it up.
Once upon a time
there was
but when I want
still there is.
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The original poem ('Il boschetto dietro casa') is in Italian.
There is no good translation for a poem.
I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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