I'm running out of themes and ideas,
Getting closer to empty piers,
Where Poetic Ships resist to come.
As life goes on and the World turns,
In me, less and less things start a fire,
As life in me slowly turns away,
No longer fanned by the Winds of Desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have been at this place my friend, Yet I know with you, the rains will arrive just in time. The greatest fires have been started during the worst droughts. A wonderful poem Sandra!