His traces sank in the afternoon
being barefoot, he ran along the beach
to a land where ideals were blooming.
Some prayers were reflected in his eyes
while tomorrow seemed to be talking
about letting him sail to the ocean of liberty.
A plain looking guy, who keeps running
is cheering at the end of his quest
because dreams are everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem