Soaring talently into skies of abandonment, filing everything within a sheltered description of placid intellectualization.
Focusing carefully onto original works of art and poetical prose, shining through the sunset of my life, and picturing intensely, the thoughts that I'm feeling so respectfully now.
Placing too much trust in unworthy people as I walk forward, trying hard to misplace all that I can in real time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem