My pen my paper,
Everything for me, dear.
Keep there with care,
I am ready to use
When the green signal is here.
It is all absolute,
It is all shadows,
It is all life,
And I want to depict all.
First, I have to sketch the dark,
Then yellow and then white.
Second I have to sketch a flag,
Next, the clouds and waves.
It is all for the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem