Tomorrow I will sit at LAM’S CHAIR,
I want to stare at the ocean from LAM’S chair,
The chair of Lam is a place to rehearsal farewells,
to wait like a traveler the sound of the audio,
a lady warns the moment to enter the jungle
and they come from everywhere, carrying their chairs,
but they all want to try Lam’s chair,
Lam’s chair is outstanding, and not everyone can,
those who have been in it, reclining their buttocks,
stirring their legs, they fuse indescribable pleasure, magic,
the unknown that fantasizes in thought
and blessed am I who am going to sit in Lam’s chair,
I don’t know what I’ll feel if it’s like any other piece of furniture
or if I will fix myself to the chair and I will want to marry the chair
to read in the chair, to watch the cruise ships go by,
make love every day with the chair, sweat with the wood,
to dream that the chair has wings, that its color changes,
that its texture swells, that travels become meaningful
and that many more
are the ones who want to get to the site and experiment
with Lam’s chair.
YOU ARE READING
When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
