Open the doors to heaven, open the doors to the senses, how beautiful the beauty of majolica on smooth wood is.
Are you there in the world? Are you there for someone? Are you there in the sun, in the dark, in the green meadows? Open the doors of the heart, open the doors of feeling, the rest is aside,
the rest is everywhere, but the heart is always, forever with you. Don't joke, come on. Don't cheat with your heart, don't joke with your heart, never.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem