Loving beats of this particular rhythm as it lies back among
the cacti and desert landscapes, bringing us faithfully down
life's paths.
Holding onto the hope that nature is filled with, enjoying
this staccato beat while walking in time with it's tempos,
looking about.
Seeing a fantastic desert right before this poetical sight,
every single day, nothing to stress or cause harm, continu-
ing to stroll alone, doing things poetically in my own way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem