the indies mountain surround a small little village
inside this village there live three little boys
inside these boys, lie ambitions,
tied together through interactions of inhibitions,
one grows to be an expert with incisions,
the other handles daily marketing decisions,
the third lies down in the forest,
and writes poems, creates sculptures and totems.
i am the third little boy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem