Painting pictures within my mind, splendid portraits
on canvas, existing and being within me.
Traces are non-existent, no one can tie themselves to
what I have created interiorly.
It is all mine to do with what I will.
Priceless treasures lie within and no one is the wiser,
as I play imaginatively whenever I want to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem