Trap me!

Please, trap me in the rhythms of the Flamenco

Whose sounds invade the nights of Southern Spain

To breathe the notes of the guitars which play,

And, fill the lustrous eyes with burning pain.


And trap me in the Florence of my dreams

To walk with Leonardo in its streets,

To verse in Greek, and cry with the Madonna

When the last word of Christ forever speaks.


And trap me in a Hindu monastery

In splendid nights my sufferings unpacked;

And in the shadow of Mandala

Give me the power never to come back.




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