To The Fantasy Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio
To The Fantasy
To the fantasy
I offered my heart
so that she might take me
where the mind
couldn't see,
beyond the swamps of man
and the boundaries of time.
To her
I entrusted my steps
among the bushes of thorns
and the roads of lava
that wound my feet.
So sad, Fantasy,
needing you
only to dream.
On fantasy
the child lives
on fantasy
the man dies.
23.3.'14
Monday, June 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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The original poem ('Alla fantasia') is in Italian.
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5/4/2024 3:04:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A stunning poem, speaks to my soul. Thank you for sharing it. PEACE