No. 10 The Little Princess in the Dew.
Gray is the color of the dawn,
this color dopes the meadows,
mountains get wet with rain water,
and the only light ray comes from the dew.
The dew is just a dream,
and inside of this dream, a little princess was conceived.
Blond haired, blue eyed, she has a cute little mouth,
she is skinny, her skin has the color of milk, very innocent was.
I say hello to you, rainy little maiden.
You may don’t understand my own language,
because you speak in another language,
I’m sure you are a Czech little girl.
“And are you a kind of Mercury?” She said.
Jesus! She can speak in my language.
“No, you are not; you just are a dirty but a kind man”.
Listening her sweet and thick voice, I tore out.
She hugged to me, she was shortie,
such a little gazelle with its mother.
An orange butterfly passed upon her golden hair.
“I give you this butterfly, it’s a friend”.
The little bug in my hand shines like a sapphire.
She kissed me then.
“Despite your dirty face, I know your mind is clean”.
She took my hand as a parting signal.
“I have to return to my dew home, you gentle man”.
She said and she kissed and hugged to me again.
We played a child game and she told this:
“I’m the fortune and you will own it”.
Inspired in a dream of mine. That is an image of a cloudy dawn after a rainy night. Inspired on Gnosienne No. 3 by Erik Satie (1866-1925)
14/04/2011.
