Staccato sounds touching this mind, stepping in time,
finding they are going to be put into poems of certain
topics.
Interesting and astonishing, giving life a nice exchange
and fidelity, bringing me into another tomorrow, living
an exciting, yet quiet life as a rebel.
Doing things my way, not staying still, always moving
forward into the singularity of loneliness and sorrow,
watching as life steps beyond me in another universe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem