'Scientists claim', said the horse, 'that when you believe
that you decide to do something, your brain has already
made that decision earlier.'
'Really? ' said the bird.
'Yes', said the horse. 'We have no free will at all'.
'Yet I can fly and you can't', uttered the bird.
'True', agreed the horse, 'but I don't wish to fly.
In any case, if I change my mind I will grow wings
and become a flying horse in a poem.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem