Italianly speaking through invisible rhythms of life,
revealing intense measures of time and it's everlasting
peacefulness.
Marching to a different drummer, one from depths of
imagination and poverty of natural life.
Singing interiorly to a mind of contemplation, sitting
always on horizons of subconsciousness, believing in a
serenity of purpose and meaning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem