Sitting way in back, hiding away to eat in private
and peace while listening to music and writing many
poems.
Hearing a man's voice saying "if only I could be a
fly on the wall", thinking maybe that someone was
going to be listening in on his meeting.
That wasn't even an idea to this poet, just wanting
to get away and be alone in s solitary place, not
having to talk or be polite to anyone, just write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem