Living outside those and these planets is funny,
And I like fierce planets of natured tips and peaks.
This is the better bargain of a Life without virtue,
An opposite deal over and under the agreed art.
Forceful plans are plenty and pretty, of each blood,
Such too many like to love altogether, and live alone,
Towards the towers of colourful nature and genius,
As if food is good in dozens of days and real life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem