in the star chic the one
is enrapturing with greatest brilliance
lightly she is knocking the string of imagination
in order to press the voice box with the emotion
and for a moment to let eyes
dance by chiaroscuro of the body
covered with thin matter
spinning with train a bit too long
in transit after the trophy
for most beautiful
she is underlining the charm
of the intangible beauty
with the smile of Aphrodite
at least there was a smell of a freshness
of the nature
received the crown cleverer... (?)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting, clever and coming into the interior soul. It is worthwhile reading. DA