He sang, some fifty years ago, this song:
I would so love to still my raging thirst
and wait here, at the door to hear the Gong
to be the only one and yet the very first.
So please allow me to partake of it, I will
leave you immersed within the warmth of bubble wrap
just rest your eyes and let me touch that little hill,
it is my duty now to fill that lonely gap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem