Bluened atmosphere held within an interior universe and
life that gives a vibrant energy that never quits.
Sounds and their rhythms take part quietly and silently
in depths of it's fantastic stillness.
An intense and addictive atmosphere that I don't like to
depart from freely.
Having to get back to reality, taking part in life unduly,
tripping through time, forging through life uneasily.
It's filled with strife and turmoil, never quite being
satisfied with prospects given.
Wanting only to be independent and free, doing what my
intellect and innate talent supply for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem