sometimes i sit in the shade of a tree amd i look at the blue sky
its nice to choose sea shells when im by the sea at the waters edge,
the moving water, the wind has passed and when i enter the jungle in the clearing there is a violin,
the muses of the music of love, charming flowers that fill every nook ad crany in me,
loves power, inspire me to think of the milky way,
the music fills my head with sirens, in venice
today is the day, you are a friend and such a lady
something that is the golden touch in my life
sometimes you travel closer to the inner circles,
somethimes you travel in the directions of outer circles of loves warmth
you are lke a bee
you are like the roses of this thorny bush
i am the gipsy wanderer to elisium
traveling to the inner circles of joy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem