It could also be
that we fled towards the blue
headed to an atoll
lost in the southern seas,
and there I would build you
with corals and bamboo
a cabin under
a silent avalanche
of white light.
We would see next to the waves
Daniel Defoe
drinking with John Silver
a barrel of old rum,
Robert Louis Stevenson
with a slight cough
playing Maureen O'hara
dominoes
with Robinson .
And the treasure of the island
lies under some rhymes
on the forbidden summit
of Vaea, in Vailima.
Baroja and Joseph Conrad
would kidnap to Melville
to save him
from the angry Moby Dick;
with Shanti AndÃa he would dance
a tamouré Lord Jim,
sung by Jacques Brel
from his Plat Pays
in Tabití.
Hand on the arm would go Hook
and Don Ramón del Valle-inclán,
hanging from a cloud
from the Sea of u200bu200bNeverland ¡yes,
and the ugly Bradomín,
Catholic and sentimental,
would give his two arms
to be able to fly
with Peter Pan.
And the treasure of the island...
In the Robinson family
there would be one more child,
the Little Savage
that Marryat dreamed of;
lost between a flower
and a vahiné by Paul Gauguin,
Jonathan Wyss would write
with champagne:
Happiness.
In the Columbus tavern
it would be carnival,
Salgari would dress up
as Captain Grant,
as a caravel, Verne,
as Jack London, Sandokán,
as Yvonne de Carlo , you,
I, as a Sea Wolf,
or as Sinbad.
And the treasure of the island...

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