Monday, 3 November 2014

The little prince



Only the little princes prowl

tiny planets, not because they are 

small sovereign of stellar scraps, 

but because they move swiftly 

to observe the vast plains 

of the space where 

they are breathing. 


Once, I had the transparency 

and certitude 

of an extraordinary child. 

I imagined this infertile land 

like a piece of  blessed heaven, 

I imagined all men 

as devoted like me  for the sea. 

Truly, my heart was pure. 

I hated just enough 

and I was constantly 

falling in love with the roses...



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