A dream for winter – by A.R.

 

“…will be from the soul to the soul, summing up everything, perfumes and sounds and colours.”

In the winter, we shall travel in a little pink railway carriage
With blue cushions.
We shall be comfortable. A nest of mad kisses lies in wait
In each soft corner.

You will close your eyes, so as not to see, through the glass,
The evening shadows pulling faces.
Those snarling monsters, a population
Of black devils and black wolves.

Then you’ll feel your cheek scratched…
A little kiss, like a crazy spider,
Will run round your neck…

And you’ll say to me : “Find it !” bending your head
– And we’ll take a long time to find that creature
– Which travels a lot…

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có gì hơi giống với Le baiser của Klimt, hoặc đúng hơn, Le baiser có gì hơi giống với bài này.

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