El Dorado Is A Heart
Your flesh is made of gold
brought from afar, on a ship of dreams,
by the creatures of the moon.
that's why all men,
want you in their beds.
And I'm one of them, and at the same time not
for I'm the only one
that sees you as his bride.
Your dreamless worlds were cruel for me,
that's why I create my own
blue little rooms, millions and millions,
where I still feel the warmth of a love
that's flaming out.
Help me survive this apocalypse,
please.
poem by Serban Raducu Bogdan
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