Inge Hornisch

Papillon du Soleil

Je dors
sur un prévert,
sens la chanson
de la vent.
Més idées
qui volent
dans l’air
comme
papillons
du soleil,
volent dans
l’après-midi
fait d’or, et
ils retourneront
changé.

Sonnenfalter

Ich schlafe auf
grüner Wiese,
spüre das Lied
des Windes.
Meine Gedanken
entfliegen wie
Sonnenfalter
in den goldenen
Nachmittag
und kehren
verändert zurück.

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