I was very dreadfully nervous about the ball,
A ball resides in freefall, in the universe
And you must never escape the ball’s sight
For the balls and the flying few shall die as matter.
The space reigns when rolling is achieved,
One of our eyes is missing in this void called Space;
Space exactly develops according to your whims
And your wishes, the glorious facets of life.
My toys are numerous, opening so as to thrust
Into the stomach of green, tethered to the wall;
I have been pushed for the time being,
Keeping the Universe in its entirety.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem