Fire rising, embers relighting constantly, wanting to burn higher,
sealing the fate of a symphony while its desires keep rising in a
tactical motion.
A recording to take us ever higher onto a plateau far from what
we're used to in our lives, going down in a certain way, keeping
sight of everything that seems to be impossible.
Yet for this poet it is possible within an imaginational reality,
as rings of fire continue to flow like lava from a volcano into
another cycle of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem