Riding clouds into another atmosphere, hoping to find it
a positive one, no longer wanting any part of negativity.
Surprising and healthy, mysterious melodies merging quiet-
ly into my being, forging into dimensions where life and
love have very different meanings.
Having no definitions to think of, only endings of yester-
day's time in measures made only for a certain purpose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem