May one arm be a leg of firmness,
The other leg rescues a little more;
More than the bridge and the ceiling,
We are more than the innocent inside.
My island has an essence, easy and frenzied,
Likeable reposes respond to the rested rivers.
The terrors of the tensity are travelling,
Bridges are burnt, they bring a burden.
To cross a bridge might bend or break it,
Living a lie and lighting a life with love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem