the excitement about nonsense is that many people come and
find a castle, and they find the door into it and finds a princess
with golden hair beside a king with crown and scepter and even
a singing queen and the dancing minions in a mayhem of the victories
of imagination and the magic realism of all the mothers and fathers
of verbal illusions and then you hear not from far the clapping of
the hands of a big audience in a theater with thick and long curtains
and absorbers of sounds and light and there you are at the center
of this scandal where the hero is killed and the villain becomes
well decorated like the general from Yemen where the lions and tigers
kill themselves leaving only the elves and mermaids in the chambers
of the marvelous and the terrific mixed with the horrors of your eves-
droppings like the claws of the blue bird clinging to the blue vines
of Terana where as the story goes: they live happily ever after.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem