Another day drowns, in a vast ocean
Of illusion. There is too much confusion,
This side of paradise. I sketch notions
In hope of a warmer communion.
Yet the spirits of darkness drag me down.
I cling to a frail light on the horizon.
I think of the artists of great renown.
I praise their visions with each rising sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem