Imagination

Imagination is a treasure

write to man.

It allows me to create

full of zebras

room, where

the sun shining through

venetian blinds.

I have no other,

it may suffice

I rest savanna

I believe in living room

out of the window at the sun.

Wild and free wind

some blows

my dreams jungle.

I know this feeling,

when I write a book.

Then red purple

imagination creates in passing.

Believe it or not I do not

do not know anything about love.

I'll go even if the West

to the east, it is a skill

without my learning.

I close my eyes,

and I travel lightly

summer temperature.

I'm in the middle of the pouring rain,

right in other countries