Mar 11, 2009 08:36
- by Josef Wittmann, translated by Jack Zipes
Keep sleeping:
I'm not a prince,
I have no sword
nor have I time
to cut the hedge
to climb the wall
to give a kiss
or marry you...
Tomorrow
I must start work early
(or I'll be fired)
My dreaming must wait
till Sunday
My thinking till vacation
time
Keep sleeping
and dream another hundred years
until the right one
appears
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