do not try seeing
hear it
and listen to it so well
on the last dance
of your life
leave everything
now
to the
spontaneity of your
feet
your
hands will be the
very ones
who shall guide you
what to feel
it is the light
that will
tell you
what to do
and where to
finally
go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem