The outer layer of my dreams
Are taking me
Toward the desert,
To build and ancient town;
I will called the Republic of love.
In this town, the only religion is love
Bearded people are clowns, and
Children are gods,
Men and women are racing and competing for fun
In this town, art and literature works are the only goods
You should be proud of.
In this town,
Fear is an abstract natural painting
Drawing by the gods
Hostility and war are a poem fighting for its birth.
In the Republic of love, if you sow a tree
You are eligible for love.
The bottom of my dreams
Are clear and firm,
They are taking toward