And always It is a matter of skin, a matter of pleased symmetry of forms, a matter of hairs, a matter of muscles. Being a divine sculpture. Being a graceful speaker. An intense electricity. An intense centripeter action. Around. No matter of time. No matter of place, the mind is abstracted, The game is surreal and all is a lost point in The Universe. Shine into my mind. Shine into my heart. I shall survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem