Swerving and swirling like in search of en-route the passion of the lovers of life and nature. Do I really love life and nature? Some of this planets have dire need of nature and life but the contrary pursues their nature the observance of time that seem to wear them. The question of inhabitants that takes over the feelings and thoughts. Ingenious and genius that partake their passion want to fly with me we somewhere on earth?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem