Life turning over inside, rototilling everything,
ready to plant an entirely new garden hidden within.
Walking on plateaus through deserts, mountains and
forests, all within my mind.
As I play spontaneously all the while, I think and
rest among grey matter settled in my head.
A peace fills me and all the world becomes a better
place.
At least until I come out and stand again in realms
of reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem