Monday, August 18, 2008


So real this illusion may appear,
Reality as a flower in the air,
A mystic spell that covers all the sphere,
Except one who's not sleeping, but aware.
An open invitation for the game
With promises of heaven- a high bet;
The players here will never be the same
Dependent on the scenery that is set.
I tried to make a garland with no thread,
I tried to be a king without a throne,
One by one, all my dreams were lying dead,
Hope against hope, at last it was left none.
If I play as the enjoyer, then You slap;
If not, You invite:'Take another step.'

Metre: Italian hendecasyllable

Demian Martins© copyrighted in the National Library,Brazil

No comments:

Post a Comment