Fantastic Tour
In those streets of
buildings projected
by Frank Lloyd and
Corbusier
I dreamed my dry
landscape ...
In those sumptuous
temples full of mystery,
I dreamed of
the little chapel
of St. John ...
At speedy High Ways, I
dreamed
the trails of xique
xique ...
In the gigantic
parks,
of these
megalopolis, I
dreamed
the backyard of the
caatingas ...
In these blown
Mecca,
I dreamed my
shotgun
from punch to
punch ...
In the night clubs of
high society, I
dreamed
Zé Lagoa
homemade ball ...
I confess that I lived
these worlds,
but I never left home ... !
Xique - xique, Piloseceus polygonus
cactus...
Caatinga : area in the northeast of Brazil
semi-arid, scrub forest
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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