I draw bridges for you to find me:
A bridge of clothes, with my water-colors...
A suspension bridge, with brilliant chalk...
Bridges of wood, with pencil of wax...
Lifting bridges, silver, coppery...
Unbreakable Bridges, of stone, invisible...
And You ... who could believe it! You do not see them even!
I do hundred, ten, one .. you do not cross anyone!
But ... as I love you ... I draw and wait.
Beautiful, beautiful bridges for you to find me! *
A bridge of clothes, with my water-colors...
A suspension bridge, with brilliant chalk...
Bridges of wood, with pencil of wax...
Lifting bridges, silver, coppery...
Unbreakable Bridges, of stone, invisible...
And You ... who could believe it! You do not see them even!
I do hundred, ten, one .. you do not cross anyone!
But ... as I love you ... I draw and wait.
Beautiful, beautiful bridges for you to find me! *
*I read this poem for the first time when I was seven years old. It is from a book named: "The book of the children in love". It impressed me a lot when I was a little girl. Since that day, I didn't stop drawing bridges.
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