My choice is outrageous!
And, my colour is natural;
However, it sounds like the beautiful ones are very hard to find,
In this village that flows with the muse of love.
The muse of life!
My colour is natural and my choice is real;
But, with crafty tricks! !
Because, illegal lust had taken over the minds of the people on earth,
Leading up to hatred and war.
My choice!
Come and let me show you what i am made of;
With endless summer's love and the spring of life,
Taking all the time to understand the ways of nature in this village.
My choice,
Very great and wide!
With the muse of love, peace and tranquillity,
Without the bullets of war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem