by Anca Horga

I never felt like a queen 
Than in the gardens of Clotilde, 
Above my favorite place, the seaside. 
Ah, just let me dream about it.

Maybe I would have inspired 
From the song of the sirens 
Or lions guarding 
The oldest riddles. 

Long walks I would have taken, 
In the labyrinths always in green. 
After I would have sat meditating, 
On the bank of the open balcony.

I'm sure I would have thought 
On how to improve myself, 
To find various solutions 
For my daily concerns.

I still have to investigate 
My name, which has it been?

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