In the placidity of the soul
enjoy a quiet old man,
there he guards his silver
hairs from experience,
silent privileged enjoyment
for the writing of books that
flourish in tales, legends
and romance novels that
the heart lulls in dreams
of hope that with ink
on voluntary paper crystallizes...
John Bisner Ureña.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem...so lucidly expressed!