To use every fibre of my being
To think, to see, to work, to create
To be so in love with the moment.
To be in the peak of effort.
For the effort to flower and bring fruits
Freedom, comfort and happiness and
more efforts that I love.
To have a sleep so deep
that waking up feels like a birth.
It’s a law forever: my efforts lead
to the best rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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