To face the embellishment of the world,
Look up into clear nocturnal skies;
Let your mind dive in the tender glimmer:
Forget the day. Forget the earth.
Let your view come from nowhere —
All is pure time:
It may stop, for moments that pass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and wonderfully written. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing, Teresa.