Udånder støvede tanker
mens jeg sætter i gang
og langsomt begynder at lunte
tænde for lygterne i mit syn
For så at sætte i fart
ile og tonse afsted mod tiden
ideen om alt det jeg vil nå
Men forpustet står jeg stille
på drømmenes boulevard
mellem tanke og handling.
what a lovely little poem. perfect February picture.
very accessible and even can be read with a variety of meanings, depending on who is reading it and when…
to be out of breath on the boulevard of dreams…well, that’s not bad, eh? 😉
there’s a definite moment that’s working here.
nice.