Filtering exhilaration into passageways of yesterday.
Beckoning onward, never losing ground, taking steps to be ever nearer to my mind.
Entering mazes with wisdom taking me by the hand, leading me into unknown depths and labyrinths of beauty.
Scientifically proving how life can proceed without anyone being able to catch hold of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem