a world flipped on its shoulders
where the blind eyes look no further
machines and windowless windows dominate the jungle
different sounds out of the different people
who speak better than they listen
a week long in heaven, in someone elses hell
a different sort of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's true we can travel anywhere inside our own mind- only limited by our own imagination, of which you are blessed with much more than most people. Very deep meanings in here.