Hi boys and girls. I wrote this small ( and a little bit funny)poem while I was walking through the rainy Reykjavík this evening. During the past two weeks in New York I just realized how we should just share all the weirdness in us with the world, as much as possible.Weirdnesses are beautiful.( The next post is going to be about NY ) Hugs towards you:)P.
I found myself from an empty town.
At the border of the horizon.
on my left hand there was night,
the last sunrays on my right.
Straight through the old graveyard
I left a trace –
in this empty town
the most lively place.
By the lake
stood a dragon
Majestetic and cold
“Why would someone
sculpt a dragon
in the middle of a town
where no one lives…
and no-one any **** gives?”
I wondered,thought, did feel
it must be something that someone has seen
and wanted to make the world believe
that dragons are real.
‘Cause I have heard some say, I remember,:
“They arrive with the first mushroom rains in early September.”