Utopia/ Poem
Utopia
One day
just one day to rest from goodness behind my back
Light the firewood and to cook the dreams
fugitives in the early morning of my childhood
Making a colorful bed of dry leaves
change the smell of long onion
by the perfume of ants and dry stems
On a sunny afternoon surrender myself to the sun
Shelter me with the wind and with my head on your chest
to rest in the womb of the night
Light the firewood and to cook the dreams
fugitives in the early morning of my childhood
Making a colorful bed of dry leaves
change the smell of long onion
by the perfume of ants and dry stems
On a sunny afternoon surrender myself to the sun
Shelter me with the wind and with my head on your chest
to rest in the womb of the night
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