The Golden Window by the Great Vincent, EOI Totana

(a surrealist poem)

I think

and I say.

I’m the rain

on the train.

I love the beach,

the good fish,

the sensation

to drink

tea.

I like life,

I like the leaves

of Brazil’s

Autumns.

I play

I remember today

the great yesterday.

Look at the golden window

of times.