the night rest on the mother's womb
hiding some child from the hyenas
and we rest in our humble tomb
or sleep like the tired ballerinas.
but before i ride the couch like Cinderellas'
when the clock rings in the gay midnight
interfering the soft waltz and ballads,
let me ride Aladdin's carpet on a joyful flight.
wolfs, night hawks, even laughing hyenas are benignant.
kings and queens, and princesses and prisoners, demons
greeted me and for a while ceased there malignant
as i came swirling, they offered me juices of lemons.
gems, crowns, and treasures of perpetual stones.
waved them brilliant sparkles, almost blindingas i swished to the castles, clouds and domes.
flight to flight, polar to polar, like peter pan, I'm flying!
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