So lazily, warily, not moving, wanting to just relax and be
by myself for long periods of time, an enjoyment I entice
always into interior solace.
Just biding my life, wanting to be left alone to create and
intensify intellect through it's quietness.
Listening to easy going music as I contemplate the mood I am
in, finding many moments gathering in my mind.
Causing a peaceful joy to accommodate my being while I sit
back and find myself in poetical rhythms, joining interior
attitudes in timeless aging moments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem