Letting it stream like the streams and rivers where is destined to the sea. Where sour might be the taste the awash of own-self might acknowledge the relief within for a while. Ilse our passion upon the waves of the sea waters in search of a perfect surfing. Splashing upon nature its never wears out does it? Refill if vast and diverse the reverse of nature upon existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem