О, моята любов към теб е слонче,
родено в европейски зоопарк,
което стъпва с ходила от вата
по пода в кабинета на директора.

Не му предлагай кифлички виенски
и зелеви кочани не предлагай —
то може само резен мандаринов
да хапне или някое бонбонче.

И не плачи, че в тясната си клетка
ще служи на тълпата за посмешище,
и разни продавачи ще му духат
цигарен дим пред кискащи се фльорци.

Недей да мислиш, че ще дойде време,
когато ще порасне то, и гневно
стената ще разкърти и ще хукне
из улиците с рев да мачка всичко.

Не, по-добре, ако ти се присъни
то като слона Анибалов — в броня
от мед блестяща и с пера от щраус —
на път към разтреперания Рим.

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