Enjoyment locked up with possession:
without it no joy about;
no possession can exist without joy;
the more you have the happier you are.
And that giant equilibrium,
happiness outside of possession,
for whom possession is at the back-bottom
of the glove-box of his car?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Equilibrium is often a pursuit, balance and harmony as considered here the fulcrum of joy.