In the valleys there, were full of ghosts
here is a bunch of flowers you ghost symbol
the sea told it to a cave that told it to the lake, about that cristal fountain that intoxicated our allegories and memories of wonderfull gardens of calid afternoons, hearing birds sing
the bird told it to the lake that told it to the cavern that told it to the fountain
maybe im a ghost in the forest a sign of future, intolerance to the wounds of broken people
cherubins in the sky that charm and elevated salons in elysium emit music to hold our tender attentions
necesary room for the soul
that guides to that world
suddenly i see shore
the rudder of my sailing ship vered me to a harbour with a name
i followed the moving clouds, what did they say
the struggle between good and evil hangs on a knife edge
the fine line between love and hate
after a detergent
after there will be more falling leaves
more valley
more light in the hall of paintings
more forest with the soft breeze passing
more truth
less frigtening to recognise the clearing of
more vine
more veils to lift
more secret life
after detergent, th white paper is contrued with vital facts
the universal relative value of yor plight
shufles the cards
the point reveals
your story in its savage portrait
colourfull
exploding fireworks,
at your fingertips, to chose
to mould
out of hair
free from cadavers
perfume in the air
to climb and see the face in the starrs
to see the land of the muse
the earths precious coves
inspired me
to laugh
the forest told the cave who told the wind to move the waves of desire to free themselves from their captor needs to rise unbiden from the storm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem