It has begun as a mistery,
"What move should I make? "
Maybe, this story
isn't for me, my skills are fake.
Today,
my feet move better.
Day by day,
my skills increase faster.
Now, this dance
and my body are one.
Passing by this bitter and sweet chance,
physical poetry became my throne.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem