go farther and farther in the dreamlands and domains,
i burn a poem of mine, written in despair,
burn my sadness with you, turn it to ashes, smoke that dies in the air,
i throw a poem of mine in a waste paper basket,
to be accompanied by empty perfume bottles , out-of -vogue lipsticks,
and i throw my emotions, that hurt always,
take my emotions with you, go away!!
make a boat of paper, paper having my words,
sing my songs to sea men at the sails,
give them the courage, for the coast awaits,
sing them the songs, for the friends wait,
and i fold up my poem and mail it across,
and address to a girl whose love has gone,
replete words of love, she should read and re read,
no tears for this sweet girl, who waits with her dreams,
and i fold in a paper plane another poem of mine,
go with the winds, in the hands , child of nine,
doesnt know the games, wishes end up with sighs,
stays in this sun, for pennies and dimes,
disguise yourselves in a lullaby the words of my last poem,
in a wonderful tune that no one has heard,
make this child asleep, that lays in the mother’s lap,
take him to a land of bliss, to elfin lands
