A torrent of wind, now blowing music and its rhythms towards a poetical poet, another occasion of having a little bit of one thing or another.
Making delicacies of chocolate-flavored thoughts that kept falling onto the floor, not able to grasp or hold onto one another's hearts for some reason.
Uncontrollable urges being shunned and sent away into a land of an ultimate saddened darkness, awakening the fortitude of having very little of anything at all.
Wanting to escape this frustrating tunnel and passage that's just a one way avenue that never will develop into anything more for the two of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem