Ladies and gentlemen I have only one question; Are we children of the Sun or of the Earth ?

Between what I see
   and what I say,
between what I say 
    and what i keep silent,
Between what I keep silent
    and what I dream,
between what I dream
    and what I forget:

    It slips
between yes and no,
    says:

What I keep silent,
    keeps silent,
what I say,
    dreams
what I forget.
    It is not speech:
it is an act.
    Poetry
speaks and listens:
    it is real.
And as soon as I say
    it is real,
it vanishes.
    Is it then more real ?