Jun 2015
Where dreams turn into reality
and reality doesn't need dreams,
where the sun never sets
and each night has stars.
Where the roses are without thorns
and the deserts full of water,
where the oceans can be drunk
and on the clouds sleeping is possible,
where men can remain children
and children are not afraid to grow up,
where the fairy tales don't exist
and the beautiful things last forever.
Only like this I like it
all the rest is melancholy.
9.12.'13
and reality doesn't need dreams,
where the sun never sets
and each night has stars.
Where the roses are without thorns
and the deserts full of water,
where the oceans can be drunk
and on the clouds sleeping is possible,
where men can remain children
and children are not afraid to grow up,
where the fairy tales don't exist
and the beautiful things last forever.
Only like this I like it
all the rest is melancholy.
9.12.'13
The original poem ("Malinconia") is in Italian.
There is no good translation for a poem.
I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome.
As far as the sound of the poem is concerned,
please, read the original poem.
There is no good translation for a poem.
I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome.
As far as the sound of the poem is concerned,
please, read the original poem.
