We'll stop when the stop or advance. Who are we talking about here? There are many who their interest revolve upon this the earth inhabitants, the space inhabitants, the heavens and the ones within the core of earth. Where do I belong in all this pivot of interest that never seems to balance the depth of my soul. Passion and dissatisfy that's written, spoken and withheld within life and death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem