in a time before noise
silence was king
bird song and breeze
were the only thing
to be heard
no amplified sound
no cars or trains
no buzz of the city
a sky without planes
long for a return
to a time before noise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh don't you hate noise, it's the electrical buzz that follows me everywhere I really hate, the prickling sound of electric function, the gripe of fans and tiny motors in objects they think improve our lifes, force the idea until we think we would die without, the PC, the mobile and the MP3s. Chattering drones really annoy me too. I really hate noise.