that in the other side
of this world
what we will miss
are: blue skies
ski and surf
and ice cream
and beer
and hot dogs
and mozzarella cheese
and the scent of
apples
and the red in strawberries
deprived of our senses now
we try to devalue
eternity
and peace of mind
and quite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem