It was a passing fancy of the heart,
When the red blood converges and resists
The purge in a direction you inspire.
The heart has a pink flavor
We must digest with all our souls.
The real heat concentrates and expels us,
Like a real village of the united spirit.
One heart is apt to discover truth
In a world we deliver from the mind
That philosophers call a region of the brain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem