We are a huge foamy river, takes us sightseeing, in africa.
It is depth, in which we are imersed.
There maybe, a forest, named oblivion in depth
Relaxation, of limbs, in elegant, way..
There maybe snowy mountais
But whilst there there is [ big brother]
There will be comunism, no personal, ownership, no social status, a real cleaning of the proverbial slate, i prefer somethings, that are part of the evolution of the species, jewelry, posesing alot, i admit, and to satiscaction, to boot, Constructing, with it.
What else does the deep have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem