Pictures hanging on walls of intellect, portraying all
of life that's been experienced through the years, an
interior driving force taking me totally into visions
and futures of tomorrow.
Existing in a framework, void and silent, able to do
anything to help self, time touching this being with
a sincere and caring attitude, able to do everything
that's wanted in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem