Rhythms pounding, pushing intellect all about, tripping and
dancing in spaces left by an empty love once upon a time.
Now being all but forgotten, choosing to not be a victim,
because surviving is more important to life than its reasons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
' surviving is more important to life than its reasons' - what a beautiful realisation, so nicely put!