Light entering this ebony blackness, shining, letting everyone
know that life is still living, finding and touching the reality
of an imaginational process.
One in which talent flows innately, wantonly taking strides on
pathways towards another tomorrow, warming hearts and souls of those who find themselves deeply in the center.
Standing in this space, yet it's a desirable place of peace and
tranquility, a space made only for one, a tribute to an artistic
mind and intellect, soothing and calming everyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem