Silhouettes of another day, sliding below earth,
where they will set on another horizon, awakening
others to an individual morning, new and tantalizing.
Equipped with an interior personality that always
slides easily from one environment to another, easily
adapting to anything or any situation.
Playful moods sufficing this mind as it continues
writing, no matter what goes on around it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem