Childhood a better memory
Where it was dared to sour
In heights of universe and sky
With a little kite and tied thread
The hands he cared to catch the string
The kite that in heights and colored one
As if to sour in heights of the sky
The moon tried to dissuade the attempt
Still I remember the childhood ambitions
One day I will climb in heights of the sky
As if this little kite that flies in air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem