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When I Grow Up

1 min lectură·29 iulie 2008

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I want to be Simone de Beauvoir in Sartre’s arms

I want to be Lizzie and dance with Mr. Darcy

If I were a pen, I would want Wilde to caress me with his fingers

I want to be Angela Carter and tell my children stories

I want to be Virginia Woolf or Kate Chopin

If I were a rock, I would want Camus to push me up a hill

I want to be Alice Walker and drown in colors

I want to be Sappho and write more poems to my muse

If I were a potato, I would want Joyce to carry me around

I want to be Agatha Christie and find the truth

I want to be Anne Rice and hide it better when I do

If I were a little girl again, no other but Nabokov

I want to be Claire Castillon and play with balls

I want to be Madame Bovary but with morphine

If I were canvas, I would like Picasso to taint me

If I were cocaine, I would like Freud to snort me

If I were a painting, no place else but in the attic

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adelina vartolomei. “When I Grow Up.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/adelina-vartolomei/poezie/1794682/when-i-grow-up

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